"I am implying that your eyes are fully functional and able to appreciate aesthetic beauty." Nick said quite cheerfully for someone who was tooting his own horn without a hint of that thing called shame. "But I like to think of it as a high level of self-confidence unseen in the average man. Cocky has too much of a negative connotation, you see."
He busied himself with getting the good ready to be cooked, the pasta, the chicken, the broccoli, the sauces and spices. Nick normally didn't cook very much, preferring to head to other people's houses whenever he wanted a meal, mooching off his friends in exchange for his good company, but if it kept his hands busy and helped perpetuate his visit then he was quite willing to cook for the two of them.
"So, I thought about it and I decided that I'm interested in music. Not performing it or anything, but the behind-the-scenes work," he said, sounding less self-assured now that they were straying onto a topic that actually mattered to him. "Keeping the musicians happy and doing the lighting and making sure the show runs smoothly at Amplifed... I like all that. Might be my passion or something."