"Well I'm glad I live up to your standards," he said with a silly grin. "Don't talk about yourself that way, you're amazing. I'm no rock star. Not yet, anyway."<br/><br/>He frowned slightly at her question. "Well...you saw...actually, you were, the amount of underwear that gets thrown at me and Reizu at gigs. A lot of underwear means a lot of girls trying to get in<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>underwear and down my throat, and more than likely down theirs." He shrugged. "I want this to be long term, I really do. But unless you want to come out on tour around toilet venues in Europe and maybe the US, I don't know what I'm going to be doing." He kissed her muzzle softly. "But if you don't want me to, I'll ignore the groupies."<br/><br/>He licked her cheek as she spoke, and he nuzzled her muzzle into his chest. "Shush, you. I couldn't find someone nicer if I spent my entire life trying." He smiled. "If only all underwear that was thrown at me was this nice."