"Yeah, you and me both, huh?" He smiled, "I ran off from Glasgow with nothing but my sketchbook, my guitar, and a backpack with a few t-shirts and jeans in it. I'm glad I thought to grab any of it, really. And I guess I'd been doing just fine until I got bitten... Everything went to shit after that." he worried his lip with his teeth, "but hey? at least you found the Cirque, right? Or that it found you."
He chuckled and reached for the bottle of whiskey again, "he's not my jam. But to each their own, right? I'm sure I listen to a lot of stuff no one else, around here, likes or listens to." His brows arched upward in surprise, "yeah? Why would a ginger wanna cut off all their hair? Everyone loves a sexy redhead, right? And it's funny that you wanna cut all yours off, and I keep thinking about letting mine grow out again." He smiled, "we do need to hang out more. You and me, Ginger Spice."
He took a sip of the whiskey, "I've only ever seen pictures.. and I've seen it in the movies. It always looks so bright and incredible. But I imagine it's even better seeing it and experiencing it in person, huh?" He smiled softly, "a beacon of light, leading you back home." He motioned to her with the bottle of alcohol," that sounds like a good song, right there, yeah? and you could still get the costume department to make you a feathered headdress. Who says a hypnotist can't be a showgirl?" He wrinkled his nose and glanced down with a shy smile, "that'd be about right.. 'cept I like to think we were a little more Rolling Stones than The Sex Pistols. I never railed too much against the man."
He looked back up at Maddy, "Hey," he chuckled, "whose side are you on??" He was teasing, of course. "Hmm.. I'll have to come up with something good."