Larch didn't know what he was doing to the lead singer of course, but if he did...the thought that his intense focus on the man at the mic could actually physically affect him, Larch would find that very enjoyable. As it was, Larch contented himself with scrutinizing the performance. The way every note was played, every bar sung.

He ducked his head and chuckled into his curled fist when he noticed Stone's restlessness on stage. The way his eyes scanned the crowd wasn't that of an artist trying to connect with fans. Someone was getting paranoid, Larch decided.

He moved closer to the stage, leaned over to murmur a quiet question of one of the other patrons. "Do they take requests, from their own song list, of course?"