Mayhem flushed at the praise, and redder still as Murder placed a possessive arm over his shoulder. Glancing at Callista as he reclined against Murder, smirking in a decisive enjoyment over the taller man's behavior as he offered him the handle of his leash. "I dunno, babe. I don't know where it comes from to be truthful. No one taught me to sing, or dance, or how to enrapture an audience with a glance. You either got it, or you find it. Best advice I could give you is make the entire room think you're in love with them, or make them fall in love with you. Depends on the vibe. For that song, I do the former. It's how I used to get hella tips during my college days."<br/><br/>Glaring at Murder's question, he sighed heavily, throwing back a reluctant shot. "You're never letting me live that down, are you..." Biting the lime wedge, he went about lining up another shot as he arched a brow. "It wasn't enough to get eternal bragging rights. Is it because I asked you to hold back my hair?" Mayhem stuck out his tongue, tilting his head back to look at Murder with a grumpy expression.<br/><br/>As Bella said her question, Mayhem chuckled. "As far as the eyes of the law go, I'm a good boy. Might be debatable depending on who you ask, but<i>I</i>have never stolen a car. And never really done anything remarkably illegal."<br/><br/>He considered for a long time, chewing on the remnants of his lime wedge as he decided on a question. It had to be something interesting, and with how much Murder was targeting him, it was only fair to target him back. "Never have I ever topped someone." Mayhem grinned at the group, stealing one of Murder's nachos with a smirk at the man.