...Kajsa? The fuck kind of name was that? She didn't look foreign, per say, but her name screamed it on all sorts of levels. Either that or her parents were crazy enough to name her something outlandish like that. The 70s did strange things to the human mind, after all... "Damian Valentine," he replied after a beat, figuring it was best to let her know what his name was, too. Not nearly as complicated. At least it was in freaking English, dear god.
Then there was the mention of him teaching music and he perked up a little bit. Aside from his hunting skills, music was some he excelled heavily in. Granted, he wasn't the type to be rocking it out on stage - well, maybe if he did attend Julliard, he could be - but he was able to teach the younger ones how to play an instrument. Everyone was wanting to be the next Jimmy Paige or Jimi Hendrix or Slash or somebody. Honestly, he felt like kids focused too much on video games and thought it was easy like Guitar Hero. Oh, kids these days...
"Yeah," he nodded a bit, sounded nonchalant about the whole thing. "Piano, keyboard, and guitar." The guitar part probably fit him more than the piano part. Most people were in shock when they found out he was a classically trained pianist. Hey, had to start somewhere. And thank god he wasn't a telepath, because if he had caught the slightest hint of Kajsa thinking he was a pretty nice guy, he would have laughed. Shit, Deirdre would be in tears for weeks if she heard that. Sweet naive girl was sweet... and hot... and wet. Damn it, stay focused. You're still on the clock.