[How disappointing. Lobelia lifts his hands into the air as if to suggest that he won't make another move, but no matter how far Vergilius wanders in search of the exit, he won't find it. If he wants to leave, he can, but he'll have to ask.]

Really? That's a shame! I thought you might understand how to treat a date like a proper gentilhomme, but I suppose I misunderstood you. Shame.

[Is physical intimacy really that bad? Who hurt you, Vergilius? He'd at least be able to rest assured that there's little risk of any actual love blooming between them, right?]