He rolled against the other guitarist, just once, smile melting into something almost predatory by itself. He had, after all, only rarely had a problem with a feral Toki, and this certainly wasn't going to be an exception to the rule.
He arched a brow, his hips giving a little twist and roll, not enough that he was trying to get away, really, just enough to make things only slightly more difficult, "And what's about what I's is am being thinks on?"