Clyde shook his head, "Not going to happen missy." He laughed quietly and poked her forehead. He lit the cigarette with his zippo and smoked it quietly before turning to Chantelle, "I would like to know one thing. Why did you chose to torture me all the time? I haven't done anything to you...." He thought for a moment, "Recently anyway." He added chuckling a little. "I mean I was just complaining about how horrid the band was and then you turn around and decide to make me go to one of their concerts." He sighed, "You're lucky I'm a relatively nice person to you." He smiled slightly.