Alastor shrugged. "Ain't dis'pointed in hearin' sometin new!"

He watched Demyx go back on stage, leaning on the bar and sipping his cocktail as he listened tot he music. Not really his taste but he could appreciate the roots rock 'n' roll had in his beloved jazz. Still, using such an unusual instrument for that style was impressive and unlike anything Alastor had heard cross the radio waves before.

This black-coated man had layers he hadn't expected at all. Far more entertaining than the scythe-wielding black coat who'd terrorized Namine's dreams.