Adam chuckled at the other man's careful caveats, dismissing them each in their turn. It was a rare joy to find someone who felt as he did about music, whose very heart beat for the passion it incited. The thought of carrying on the conversation - without the needless, manufactured goal of unpacking to hold them back - was one he could not pass up. He felt a kind of certainty about this conversation, about this man, that he had not felt since time out of mind. Unfazed by the idea of further prolonging sleep in favor of idle chatter, Adam latched greedily upon the idea, already shaking his head.
"Lead the way," he said, one black-lacquered hand gesturing out into the living room. Though his expression of it was as characteristically subdued as so much else about him, his enthusiasm was complete and entirely unfeigned. An earnest smile twitched across his lips as he regarded his host, all thought of his embarrassing obsession with the serpentine book cover forgotten now. "I can promise you I won't back out now. This is just getting interesting."