"Seven." He nods. Right. Why'd he think it was eight? Must've been clubbing here eight years ago, nothing else is really sticking. It's a good thing he's got D to keep the numbers part of the business straight. Being on stage and being charming in person, that he can do. Balance a checkbook? Not so much.

"Really? I mean- you obviously are good if D's called you but I still don't think I need more than just the usual security around the stage tonight. Like you're here you're paid and i'm glad but I still don't see what the fuss is about?" He takes the hand as offered all the same, squeezing.