"Ohhh, yeah. Kebabs," he agreed with a sigh. "Maybe not all. But a lot. Not while I'm asleep. Or hungry. But a lot of the rest of the time..."

He was babbling, the words coming slower as Nyx moved lower. Sometimes a gasp, a pause, then he'd keep on.

"I wonder what you do. I listen to your songs. You're all over my algorithms..."