Lock gently tugged Lillith's sleeve so he could kiss her cheek, partially to seal the gift, and partially to irk Shock even more. Shock flipped him off, which got him to grin. Barrel snorted with laughter, but watched himself so he didn't drop his drumsticks again.

"Just trying to protect your [i]beautiful[/i] voice, [i]sister dear[/i]," he said.

Even if they both knew this was a deliberate gesture to piss her off. He watched as Shock's annoyance faded into an eerie calm. Maybe he'd gone too far.

...[i]Maybe[/i].

Lock cleared his throat, then called towards the window.

"Hey, Carver, you coming?"