Kaz's eyes are bright and pleased now, so consider him encouraged. There's nothing more exhilarating and motivating to him than a plan, and he can feel one formulating right now, fizzing behind his calm facade.

"And what kind of music do you like?" he asks (not that he knows much about it.) "It should be live, I think. A live band knows how to play to the mood of the room." Though he's thinking more about how feasible it would be, in this city where he has nothing and knows no one. But Kaz Brekker has pulled himself forcibly out of poverty once before...

A soft huff of breath that could almost be laughter, though self-deprecating at best. "But it's all just a dream for now. I still don't know what this place is like yet, after all."