Alma smiled nervously. "Yeah. You're already sweet enough." he said. He had no clue how Jeckyl would react to their conversation. If he could even hear them over his music. He cleared his throat. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?" he asked, still nervous.<br/><br/>Jeckyl didn't hear a word. He had his Beethoven blasting in his ears as he worked. He gathered his papers, got up from his desk, and left the room.