Niko can't help but to chuckle at this. Jokes, he can do. "Lucky for you, there's nothing straight about me," he lightly teases in return.

Feeling slightly emboldened, he waggles his eyebrows at Blythe, then leans in, beard tickling the older man's ear: "Hey, Mr Snazzy Jacket, how 'bout you give me a backstage tour? Maybe somewhere more private?"