Adam's grin broadened considerably upon this assessment of the Man in Black. Richard's stock raised quite sharply in light of this. Truth be told, he liked the leaning of all the man's comments, though on some level it amused him to envision Richard's response were he to compare the fidelity and artfulness of vinyl against the modern, degraded MP3. Adam himself had railed against it many a time - in his own subdued way - and he felt certain they would be of like minds in this, too.
When it came to genre, however, there was some slight deviation. Odd as it was, Adam found himself considering his response longer than was necessary. On some level he felt disinclined to say the wrong thing, as if the idea of lowering himself in this relative stranger's estimation was truly a disconcerting concept, to be avoided as best he could. He would not lie - that was certainly not his way, even if it might have benefited him significantly - but perhaps they could find more common ground, for all their differences.
"I like music rants," Adam said. He gave a languid shrug, withdrawing a fresh stack of books from the box. "Good one," he added, interrupting himself, looking up to the book in Richard's hand. For an instant he seemed transfixed by the serpent on its cover, their eyes meeting with something too similar, too real to be comfortable. "Really good choice."
And then he blinked, clearing his vision, shaking his head with a self conscious little laugh. "Sorry, what was that?" He nipped at his tongue, thinking back. "Oh, music. No, I like rants. I like finding out what other people listen to, especially if they'll tell me why." He turned to the dwindling stack, now scraping the bottom of the box. "I like almost everything but rap, and even a few artists loosely lumped in there - N.A.S.A., Danger Mouse, stuff like that - are okay by me. To me there's no beating Nick Cave, though."