[ Even though she's used to reading it in the tabloids, hearing it assumed through whispers never actually brought to her face, Rapture still gives Clyde a look of... near disgust at the mere suggestion of the two of them together like that. ]

We belong together, but we're nothing like that. [ She moves from leaning on the piano to seat herself in one of the chairs. She looks relaxed, as if she owns the entire place, though mentioning the lead singer is nothing without a longing sigh. ] It's not even platonic or familial, it... just is. He's like a muse to me! I feed off his energy and charisma then turn that into music.

Minx is my best friend. The three of us all belong together... we're just a perfect match.

[ She pauses, waiting for the perfect opportunity for their theme to begin... but, it doesn't and she nearly throws her head back with a groan. ]