Ray wasn't quite that good; neither God nor man could really make Greg stick to any sort of time table, without the offer of free drugs, alcohol, or sex. And given the fact that he knew he was going to be treating the under ten crowd, he guessed that none of the above were going to be around. Still, he was intrigued by just what was so worrying to the other man... and, if he was honest with himself, it beat watching Cadavers reruns on TV.
He was only a few minutes later than he'd said he would be, the pommel of his cane knocking roughly on the door to the studio. He had no idea what he was walking into- but that was half the appeal.