Aki gave an inaudible groan again as Vince moved from under him. He himself changed to a sitting position with his left leg over his right knee and both arms on the head of the couch with his eyes half-mast watching Chris and Vince.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #00FF00">You're welcome.</span>" His voice was deep and low from being so tightly wound because of Vince. He saw Vince's interest in the wall of glass. It was a beautiful view.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #400080">In more ways than one...</span></span>A deep rumble voiced in his head. Ahh... his beast decided to be a commentator how nice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00FF00">No matter how much I like to disagree with you, I have to on this subject...</span></span><br/><br/>His face had gained a partial look of concentration that was the only factor anyone knew he was talking to his beast, if they knew about it.<br/><br/>The look went away when he spoke again, "<span style="color: #00FF00">They are currently doing sound checks and inventory. We don't open tonight.</span>"<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and looked at Chris, wondering when he'd closed them, "<span style="color: #00FF00">Will you tell him? It is better to be prepared than ignorant in some cases.</span>"