And yet there are no young ladies on your arm... I think it drove them all away.

[Yes, he's still following, thanks. He's decided to close his shirt over the gem just so he doesn't get distracted, opting instead to keep glaring at the back of Zelos' head. There's just so much hate stewing underneath the surface and this shade of red is making it so much worse.]

Is that what you were doing for all this? Perhaps it's punishment for bad attempts at flirting.