"Venin," he didn't like this girl, she reminded him of a predator, toying with it's prey before it goes in for the kill. Or maybe, rather he didn't like the thing following the girl. He was so nervous at this point his own coldness was giving him chills. Frost began forming on the drumset and sticks, he wanted to leave, but he wanted to play the drums. Venin figured he might as well go along with the song, to try and get whatever was freaking him out to leave him be before he ended up turning every drop of moisture in the air to ice.