No, he's still an idiot

You thank him for the sex and apologize as you reject him.

"I see... well thanks... I guess. Could I, maybe, get your number, I—"

You interrupt him with a kiss on the cheek and then scramble to cinch your tight pants over your ass. As the man grabs his jacket you prance up behind him and wish him luck. As he exits, you follow him out. Somewhat to your surprise, the girl who is your next interviewee is still sitting by the door. She is staring at the floor in front of her. You try to greet her with a smile, but she doesn't acknowledge your presence. You ask tell her it's time for her interview and she cautiously follows you into your office, never lifting her head.