[Where Ryo's laugh is cut short, John allows for something more full, if quiet. There's a why shake of the head, fully accepting his his place in life as a dingy bottom feeder.]

Now I never said good taste. Just taste. You can't deny that you certainly have an opinion.

[He returns the nod, replying in kind with a silent "you're welcome." As Ryo speaks John watches him carefully, taking in what information he can about his present company as well as the information he chooses to tell. The kid is definitely a drinker and makes no effort to hide his habits as such. It's a trait John himself had already picked up by that age and it's nice to see someone not bothering to put on airs about themselves when it comes to a frowned upon habit. He takes the bottle and removes the cork, holding it in the same hand as the cigar.]

Well. As long as we're dealing with banned songs.

[He turns back to the hoverbike, fussing a little before another Sex Pistols song erupts through the air.]

If you knew the last one you likely know this one too. [a lazy shrug before a quick swig that burns down the throat] But it seemed like an obvious choice considering.

[He considers Ryo for a moment as the sound blasts around them and filters through the trees.]

You got a name?