Ah. He thought it would be like that. A man more chivalrous than he might have insisted that they walk her home to ensure her safety, or perhaps even a man with ulterior motives. But Barnaby already had a "girl" (dog and bike ran his life after all) and he certainly didn't need to be making note of which Crystal girl lived in which dorm. The question had been phrased in a way that he expected her dismissal, and he was not disappointed.

"Heh, I suppose you could say that. Well, come on goofy. We gotta make the best of the rest of your time out here." He gave a tug on the dog's leash, and she reluctantly left the nice girl who was giving ear scritches. "Later, Delphine."

And Barnabelle and Jaminne headed off into the sunset.