"Yeah, pretty much." He grins. "It's like an orgy."

Wait.

"I don't mean, like, a sex orgy. People weren't just fucking at my shows--" Well, as far as he knows? Maybe there was heavy petting, sure, or handjobs in dark corners, who fucking knows. That's normal. But the point, the point is, fucking wasn't the point or the goal or anything like that. It wasn't a sex show. "I just mean... Hm. Frenzy and excess? Noise and revelry and the most... beautiful chaos."

Cue a dreamy sigh.

Then he comes back to earth. There's a light in his eyes now, a little mischievous tint to his smile.

"Groove, huh?" Sounds like Jeff's kind of... robot dude. "Dude, you wouldn't be demanding at all." He spreads his arms with an excited flourish. "I always want to put on a show!" And then his arms wilt as reality kicks in. "I just don't, uh... you know... have an... instrument?"

Womp womp.