Nik rolled his eyes. Platinum records from the tasteless perhaps. Although he sort of chortled at the reference to the Marquis de Sade. He could appreciate that the man at least knew the name. You didn't have to read his works to recognize the name. "Do I look like I listen to rap or that whiny shit? 'Cause if I do, fucking shoot me now," and he meant it.
He shrugged a shoulder, "Depends on my mood. Sometimes it'll be The Eagles or Queen all day. Other times I'll have George Gershwin or Stravinsky. Today is apparently chick rock day." Which was nothing to be ashamed of because some of these girls - damn. Just damn.