He pauses to tune into the music, not really having noticed before. ... Oh, classic rock. Cool. He can dig it, and his grin shows that.

"Viv and Al?" He looks from John to Dean. "Thanks. His name's Roy. Or Roy G. Biv, like the... rainbow." Oh god, he's a dork. He puts his free hand up to his shoulder, nudging the eight-inch gecko onto it.

"Hey, Roy. Meet the neighbours."