[ Talk about marketing. Blake would be utterly impressed — and has been before — but the unexpected greeting leaves him suitably fazed. He feels the instant his palms turn to sweating and he swallows back against the urge to stutter on. Is there a phrase for being momentarily blinded by a person's immense confidence? ]

Yeah, I've heard the recordin's, seen a coupla shows, nothin'— nothin' too extreme.

[ If it's an attempt to dispel the impression of starry-eyed obsession, it might sound utterly insincere, but working in Viktor's shop and bumming around Cadens also leaves him privvy to plenty such things. ]

You gotta coupla minutes to spare? Promise I won't keep you from the next set.