Daminor shrugs again. "Good, evil, life, death... who cares? All that matters is good music, fine women, and a job well done." He chuckles, strumming a few chords and singing a couple lines from a popular song, while Cerul gives him a, likely exaggerated, glare.<br/><br/>"I get the feeling, though, that something else is bothering her... did anything else happen, Draiss?" She leans forward, slightly, as she finishes, with the implied accusation that he might have done something inappropriate.