[Richie dons a smile the minute that green glimmer illuminates the room. A sight that should unnerve him, send him hopping out of his skin, but by now? Old hat, and a welcome, friendly one at that. Idly, he wishes Bill and the gang could be awake to see this shit. They would never believe it if it was coming solely out of his mouth. It'd put the shock in their tops for sure.]

Oh yeah? You think old Lenchy Dertits would slip me the keys if I flashed him some leg? He'd probably do it if I gave him a peep at my organs, but there's only so far I'm willing to go for Voss. [He sets the record player down, along with the albums he's carted over. There's a glass tap on the coffee table too, though he only hums happily and narrates nothing for her.] How've you been, hot stuff? Gotta say it's been all too quiet in my neighborhood without the punks around.