His eyes were fixed upon his bandmates as they all went through similar reactions to his shirt idea. In all honesty Søren hadn't expected such great reactions, not to say he didn't expect positive reactions, just not such amusing ones. It was probably one of the few times Lucy had told him to keep speaking, then again he was usually teasing her and Parker, then there was Matt's rather violent coughing fit during his reaction and finally their was Parker's, and despite how close they were Søren was fine without the kiss. To all of this he nodded with a very placated look on his face, just waiting for the rest of the table's occupants to finish their words.

Once the others finished Søren slowly caught all their eyes one by one. Clearing his throat and adjusting an invisible and incorporeal, or imaginary if you prefer, tie at his neck the bassist began his replies in a rather sophisticated and genial voice, "Firstly, I must thank you all for your generous comments on my idea, your positive responses are very good news. Now then, Autumn Illness. I must say I personally would love for it to have more 'oomph' as you say." Going to continue Søren let the voice die and reverted back to his normal voice. "Fuck speaking like that it is really, really awkward. How do fancy people survive a single one of their galas or whatever they're called." Sighing. "Whatever. Anyways Luce I do believe you asked how I came up with this beautifully wonderful, kickass, fantastically delightful idea." 

Leaning in towards the table Søren began in a whisper. "Twas a day just like any other, of my days, with just one exception, this day twas the day that the Fates decided to change my entire life." Leaning back he held out his hands in the shape of a cup. " Twas the day that I would be allowed to drink from the cup of the Muses themselves. It was after a day's work and I found myself in a weary state upon the couch in mine and Parker's dwelling. My mind was weak from the day and my fingers were worn from the playing of Nete who sat beside me in all her splendor. It was as I was reaching for Nete to place her back in her most luxurious case that I was struck by this, a most wonderful idea... Immediately I fumbled to make it a reality and thusly the television was turned on. Upon this screen was a message from the gods. It was a commercial for razors, which made me think of straight razors. This of course made me think of Sweeney Todd, a musical, that in turn reminded of the news Les Mis."Søren was now standing his hands flat upon the table. "This my dear compatriots was the point that the Fates wanted me to reach, a point from where I would no longer need their guidance. The new Les Mis has Hugh Jackman in it does it not?" Pausing for a breath before continuing with a louder voice and much renewed vigor. "[b] It is quite apparent that from there I thought of Wolverine, from which I thought of the 99th Wolverine comic, which has crazed bone-claw Wolverine. Oh such a lovely thing that. Anyways in the comic the entire reason Wolverine is like that is because this one guy tried to make him one of the Horsemen for Apocalypse. And it was thus that I got to the point of the shirt. The Harbingers. The Horsemen. The Age of Apocalypse arc all of it was perfect, so it was than that I thought 'Hey t-shirts! Why not?'.[/b] Now my dear Lucy do you understand?" Søren concluded now standing atop the booth which the band occupied.

Casting his gaze about from his new perch he observed several rather irritated workers. Quickly dropping back down to his seat Søren looked at the others. "Also if I'm not mistaken that, just there," signaling to his previous standing area, "is how you get thrown from a Chinese restaurant, if my instincts are to believed as well as the angry glare coming from that man bringing us our bill. Sorry." With that he began to scarf down what was left on his plate in hurry, hoping that the very angry looking Asian man, just looked angry because of the way his eyes were shaped. Søren was begging internally for racism to be beneficial this time, pleading softly in his mind that he just looked angry.