<span style="color: #FF0000">Martello looked at the player. Looking up at the woman who was now standing in the doorway. This was neither the time nor the place. She was too close to the house anyways. Last thing he needed was to chase her back inside. Besides...he rather liked the music and the musician wasn't an annoying ass either. He listened to him speak. "Heh...you an old man halfie." he said in amusement. He rolled his eyes. "Dumbass. I didn't underestimate or overestimate your ass. Yeah fireball does got a bit of a turbine switch. I can have a bit of one too. But eh...to each their own. Can you play anything faster?" He asked with a grin. He loved music deep down. He just listened to the guy speak. He held out his hand. Might as well make a friend. He did need a true one. "Names Martello. Whats yours halfie?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Hitari hovered there for a second then let herself sit down on the ground. She went over to the door and unlocked it. Opening it then walked back over to Sylvan to wait for his response on the hot massage oils. She cheered and let out a delighted sound hearing he wanted to do the oils. "Yay!" She said. Kicking up with one leg when she clapped her hands together in excitement. Stopping and smiled at him. "Oh Sylvan-sama you know you never bother me even when it is this time of the month. No worries okay?" She said with a warm smile. Making a face as he messed with her hair. Playfully batting his hand away. "Nyah! Don't mess with a ladies hair." SHe said. Hugging him then pulled back. Sticking her tongue out at him. "Its bad luck you know." She said with a giggle. Taking his hand and pulled him along inside. "You know the drill. Get in the towel and lay on the table. I'm going to heat up the oils and wash my hands." She said. Locking the front door once they were both inside.</span>