Mitch made a pouting face, which only lasted for about two seconds as Karaiyah moved on to something else. So she was intrigued by music, eh? Honestly, it made sense. One tried not to make racial assumptions, but some Myth things weren't to be ignored. Or, at least, made a good excuse. He was happy that she shared his love of music, but wanted to have a little fun first. 
"Ah-ah-ah," he teased, falling back into an old rhythm, "Darling, people have paid good money to hear me sing, and you won't even sing for me in return. You're not the only one worried about hypnotizing, you know." He feigned heartbreak, but with a devilish wink. He figured she wouldn't take a bit of teasing the wrong way. 

Remebering her question, he snapped out of it and said, "Yeah. Four years, but released early on good behaviour." He looked up, feigning deep thought. "Let's see, what did they get me on... Ah yes, assault with a deadly weapon, solicitation and identity theft." He counted them off on his fingers. "However I *do* have a valid reason for *one* of them."

It took him a moment to remember that not everyone took nicely to ex-prostitutes and near-murderers. Serious now, he cleared his throat once more and muttered, "Uh, sorry, TMI..."

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