"Never dated, over twenty." Summer Fairmont first pointed at herself, then at Leo Vaughn, using the simplest words to express the clearest refusal.
"Ah, Summer, what are you talking about? My brother hasn't dated over twenty girlfriends. I was just jokingly introducing girls to him. If Cupid's Earth's representative doesn't show up in person, how is he supposed to shoot arrows? Don't misunderstand Artie, and definitely don't misunderstand my tall, rich, and handsome brother—the best in the universe." Artie Vaughn pretended to be a flower, resting her chin on her hand, winking madly at Summer Fairmont.
Summer Fairmont didn't want to continue the topic about Cupid, so she handed Artie a whiskey: "For you."
"Why are you giving me whiskey now? We'll have enough time to mess with alcohol after we meet. Look here first, see this face of the Nation's Gentleman. Isn't it astonishingly handsome? Is this the face of your future husband? The more you look, the more you gain."