Chris was getting good at those poses that he dubbed "underwear magnets". Leaving the stage with his ears ringing from mostly the amps but some of the girls screaming as well, he grinned at his bandmates. "They get bigger every night." He giggled. "I gotta ask for phone numbers."<br/>***<br/>He grunted as he lifted in his guitars and nodded, punching the wolfeasel on the shoulder lightly. "Enjoy yourself." He turned around to Ptricia and raised his eyebrow. "Bike or Air Sphinx?"