"Ohhh..." He sinks down onto the stage, since he was already halfway there anyway, practically flopping back in defeat once he sees the author's name. "I never could finish any of his books." Any time he'd try to read Crowley (because, of course, Gifted kids are encouraged to read everything, no matter how tedious), it was like every sentence would rush right out of his head the moment he moved on to the next.

Old British guys. They might as well have been writing in a foreign language.

But. 'Love is the law.' That sounds nice. He smiles dreamily as Matt says those words, then lifts his head again, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Aww... And I didn't even have to cast a spell on the room or anything." His smile crooks up a notch, angled with a sort of roguish intent. "You seem like a sweet guy, Matt. I don't meet a lot of sweet guys at my usual shows."

Since his usual shows are far more like magic-and-drug fueled bacchanals than laid back acoustic covers. It's not like there's many chances to just chill out and talk with any of the sweet guys who might be in the crowd. Nobody's ever sober enough for a relaxed meet and greet, least of all Jeff.