Benatar sighed as he took a sip of his tea. He sat at the band table, pentagrams and papers and jumbles of scrapped songs scattered on it. This was... Pretty boring. His head perked up as he heard the front door to the tour bus open, and a smile spread on his thin lips. "Well, ain' ya a sight for sore eyes?" He snickers a bit. "Lookin lush, baby." He wiggled his eyebrows. He snickers before taking a sip of his tea, again. "Could ya join me? I could make ya a fresh cup o' tea. Im also, awfully lonely today."