Blues had horrible direction sense on a good day, so it would be wise to assume that after being in jail for a few days he was probably a little disoriented. Still, short of a good meal, some sleep, and a stiff drink there was little that Blues could do in order to feel better, but walking beside a pretty little thing who he was starting to think might be flirting with him was helping. He hadn't felt this awake in ages, mainly from the shock that someone out there might actually be interested in more than just his musical skills of drinking preferences. Admittedly, they were the only real good things he had going for him lately, but that was a different story.
"Heh, ain't it funny how these things work, people coming out of the woodwork offering me places to stay. Home cooking and someone to jam with only sweetens the deal, so if you're serious you might just have yourself a boarder." He paused, sighing. "Of course, to be polite I should take my friend up on his offer for a few days at first, then if you're still cool with it I can come by."
He was still a little stunned by how easily she seemed to fit with him, resisting the urge to see if her hair felt as soft as it looked. "A curse jar? Shoot, I'd fill that thing up in just under a day, most likely." He was a gentleman, most of the time, however he had quite a mouth on him when the creative process wasn't going as well as he'd like it to. He was more polite around company though.
When they approached the car Blues whistled softly, glancing over at Indie with an admiring stare. "This yours? That's quite the ride, you must be doing well for yourself." He paused at the hand on his chest, an almost unfamiliar warmth spreading through him. "You don't mind, really? And.. you miss me? I wouldn't mind coming by your studio, or by your place." There was a twinge too much excitement in his voice that gave him pause. "Yeah, I'll let you know."