Ashley's face fell, nervous fear flickering through his eyes at the prospect. He didn't like the suggestion that there was something wrong with him, and he certainly didn't like the prospect of having anything about his personality changed. Particularly not at the hands of the unpleasant psychologist in front of him. "I don't need or want any help from you, Mr. Crane."

Rising to his feet, Ashley lifted his chin, lovely and proud. "I don't know whether you're interested in my beauty or my parents' money, but you'll just have to find some other client or victim for your services. Get out."