Upon being told she couldn't take apart the amp, Helena pouted slightly. "You do know saying that to an inventor only makes me wish to do it more." Her pout then turned into a bit of a smirk. "But fear not, I shall not attempt to take it apart. I, however, would love to hear the electric guitar." It would be a new experience to her, another of the inventions of the 20th Century she had yet to experience first-hand.
Despite the mentions of Artie and MacPherson, the latter of whom Helena had killed, she kept a smile on her face. "Yes well, I share your sentiments. A few pounds would not hurt. But I can now see where such a name originated. So are you planning to let out your inner devil child for Halloween?" And Helena spun the conversation carefully away from the subject of Artie and MacPherson. It wouldn't do either of them any good to dwell on that particular topic. "Aphrodite, naturally. And simply because a certain boy- or girlfriend you wish to not mention made mention of the goddess' name in reference to myself." At which point Helena merely wagged her eyebrows, purposely having phrased that the way she did.