Connor chuckled, a warm sound, at her apparent enthusiasm for all things chocolate. He couldn't say he disagreed either, for chocolate was delightful, but hearing her opinion on it was amusing. "I've always been partial to chocolate covered fruit," he admitted. "Though my brother holds it is supposed to be a 'chick thing,' and has always teased me for it." Something some of his band mates also did at times, having met his brother more than once.
Connor smiled at her in greeting, though it almost faltered when he realized he'd been recognized despite his hair cut. He had the urge to slide under the table and hide, which wasn't actually an uncommon emotion - his reserve had always been remarked on, though few guessed it was in part lingering childhood shyness. He flushed very faintly, he'd ducking in a way that would previously have had his hair hiding him in part, but his smile never faltered. "It is nice to meet you, Marla. You play and sing wonderfully," he told her honestly. His eyes silently asked her not to rat him out. It wasn't that he was being dishonest, it was that he was enjoying being a normal person with another normal person so very much for a change.
God, he hoped she wasn't the sort to tweet and Facebook his presence here. That would be just what he needed. "Sorry for not getting up," he apologized like the gentleman he was. He patted his knee. "I'm a little down and out at the moment."