Wild Eagle's smug look flattened into a glare, and he visibly deflated. "Yeah, well, whadda they know? Whether or not they think any of us suck, they'll still keep shelling out money for our music. A couple of naysayers isn't gonna change that."

Also he wasn't entirely sure whether to be horrified or titillated by that "heaven in my dreams" comment.

"And what's the big deal about nice? Look, who'd you rather have in a band, somebody who's just nice or someone with actual talent?" Eagle was less angry than he probably sounded, honestly, and awaited Ryouta's response with a frank stare.