Hans Larsson

Bjorn just stared at Rekker for a good few moments before bursting out in laughter. The names the man was coming up with for the Swede were just too amusing and the singer actually liked that the guitarist was using them for him. They weren't insulting, not really. At least it was better than being called whore or stripper.

"Beach blond bimbo? I'll be your first one, aw. That's sort of cute, honey."

Glam brats also got a small snort of laughter out of the singer. The ginger really knew how to insult but in a good way. Bjorn didn't think anything of it and was just pleased Rekker was moving away from the dark place he was in a few moments ago. They both were.

"Glam brats? Not all my band dress like me you know, sweetie. My guitarist is quite masculine. Sort of like my brother. But as for me? I am sweet and tarty as they come."

Bjorn blowing a kiss at Rekker.