"I mean, I like the classics more. As in classical music, not as in whatever it's classed as these days. I like that sort of thing more than whatever I assume those--those gentlemen play. I assume some kind of rowdy bebop or something." He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the music of a long-haired Frenchmen and his dyed blond friend - both of whom looked certainly like the sort of people his parents warned him away from.

Then again, they warned him away from Crowley and here he was, walking home with him every day.

"I suppose I could, if you'd get me back. It is a rather thrilling idea." Being such a rebel was exciting. His heart was racing and he was already sweaty and anxious. Exciting stuff!