"You know how Hunter is with the nicknames." Rik sighed but there's a giggle because he doesn't mind the singer's behavior. Long ago he had learned that it was an act of love, even when it was annoying or embarrassing.

"I could play something for you." The Dane grinned and started playing one of Billy's guitar lines from a Hell's Angels' song on the harp. He'd heard them many times, and watched Billy play enough that he knew the notes from memory now. Rik glances around, relaxing and feeling some of the stress and exhaustion fading away.