"And another piece of empirical evidence that louder isn't always better," Holly replied wryly. She rolled the sleeves of her hooded sweatshirt up. It felt nice not to have to wear a coat, gloves, or scarf in the wintertime.

"Oh, don't lie, Brian. I know you spend your free time penning odes to Valhalla." The brunette couldn't suppress a smirk. "I can picture it now. You, sitting at a black grand piano. There's a window open, curtains flowing in the breeze. For some reason, your shirt is halfway open."