"Not [i]every[/i] week," Lock said.

It wasn't [i]his[/i] fault the band couldn't always hear his masterpieces until the hundredth time. But at least when they got it right, it came to life better than one of Finkelstein's creations, which made the frustration of their rehearsals worth it. Eventually. Lock then turned to Carmilla.

"I know you will," he said, before he glanced to Lillith.

He didn't answer her, only smirked before he made his way up the rope ladder. His tail twitched mischievously.

"You're the best, Carmilla!" he called down as he reached the top.

"Oh, he can," Barrel said. "He just can't get past the bridge."

He grinned as he tapped the snare and hit the cymbal.