Now that the song was over, he stopped the disc, not wishing to OD the two cats on more Pink Floyd. Anton shrugged at her compliment about his sound system, thanking her in the process.<br/><br/>“Oh no,” he said, “your music doesn’t bother me at all. Now, if you were a lousy piano player, then yeah, I probably would have to say something,” he smiled, allowing that to sink in before continuing. “You’re quite good, actually. You really know your music. Your singing voice is good, too, unlike some caterwauling cats I know.” He glanced at the two stoners, who only stared back.<br/><br/>“Nah, no need for your number, as the music is loudest in here,” he said, “since you’re playing right above me. It doesn’t carry as much when I’m in the bedroom though. So no worries either way.”