At the idea of naming their music with numerals, John openly grimaced, and let his hands fall from the instrument as he slumped forward. "Now, I'm not one to toot my own horn, but, I know what we've come up with deserves a better name than a set of numbers," he complained good-naturedly.
And then, if he had fed recently enough, the young vampire would have turned bright red.
"Maybe once. And then my squad threw their beer cans at me and I thought better of it," he said simply, though it was an outright lie. There were benefits to a magical alternative to a moral compass that included guilt and humility. He responded with an even stronger grin. "Would you risk raising an uproar from the neighborhood cats?"