Abasdarhon's Castle

To prevent the situation from turning into a comedy, Maylin knelt down so that the man would no longer press against inappropriate places, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Surprisingly, you are definitely not crazy about this,” she whispered in his ear. “But, Sir Meomoth, if you don’t wish me or other people like me harm, it’s better not to talk about it, because not everyone is happy about the existence of people like me. Not to mention that not all of us lead an honest and decent life...”
Speaking of the latter, the girl looked away, as the collapse mage not only remembered her former mentor, but also how she herself had been recently. And she would have continued to be, if not for that mysterious stranger...
“Well, so,” Maylin suddenly perked up, still speaking in a half-whisper. “Do you want to see a pleasant dream, or maybe find a new meaning in life? For example, I could help you calm your nerves or find meaning in life. After all, you have already achieved the latter goal.”

If Meomoth continues to happily prance around like a boar, attracting the attention of potential onlookers, I will use control on him, but not force him to do anything, but rather tell him not to be so impulsive and try to heal him from mental deviations through suggestion.