"Oh really?" Rupert gives him an unimpressed look; that sounds like a cop-out to him. The strange off-brand rock on the radio picks up in a noisy crescendo, almost as if taking up the slack.

"That's a poor excuse," He remarks with a grin; he wanted to hear Cassidy sing, damn it. "Perhaps we'll have to find a concert of some kind. I presume there are such things as punk music concerts?"