He was staring holes directly into you. It was sort of unnerving.

Like, you'd just been minding your business, looking at different records and making sounds as if you were going to do an in depth review on them. Typical record store activity, just perusing.

Until you'd glanced up and seen Jarvis practically scorching into you. It's not like you knew what to say, but—he decided to speak for you. "That's mine, behind you," so he was staring behind you, not at you. That calmed your nerves slightly.

"Different Class," he mused the name, taking a cautious step forward as to not scare you considering how weary you'd seemed prior. "I like that one,"

He glanced at the record in your hand, a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Can I ask your favourite song on it? Just, y'know, curious," he pushed up his glasses, folding his arms over his chest. "I do like to learn things about strangers I accidentally intimidate."

You clearly weren't expecting this when you came into the shop, but it was clearly not a bad thing to continue conversing with him.