The radio was on. Jazz was playing in line.
"Modo?" Vinnie looked at him.
"Hmm? What, baby?" Modo smiled. "Do you want another blanket?"
"No, thanks, no nothing," Vinnie laughed. "I wonder where you've started to listen to something like this."
"Oh? Do not you like it?"
"No. It's good," Vinnie smiled. "But I'm more a rock-type, you know."
"Yeah, I know," Modo kissed him tenderly. "But sometimes it makes a good slow you down, darling."
"Exactly," Vinnie laughed. "And this is a really good music."
"Exactly," Modo grinned. " Do you know one band in Mars? They played this type of music. "
"Do you not listen to anything else ..?"
"Of course I'm listening," Modo laughed. "But do not worry, I did not try to change your style," he grinned.
"You're wonderful," Vinnie laughed