"I woulds appreciates on it." Skwisgaar said with a slight cock of his head.
"Gets a rest." He said, wandering to the door and letting himself out. Ofdensen still confused him. What irked him the most about the manager was not that he was secretive -- hell, he himself was a solitary man for all intents and purposes -- but that he was impossible to read.
And not having a song for the manager made him all the more irked. But hey, at least having to deal with wedding shit was off his back.