"Yeah," replies Cam with a lovesick smile, but a moment later he panics and quickly says, "I mean, not like that, with you. Not that you're not-- I mean, you know, but I've already, uhm, there's a blonde girl I, I'm dating the vocalist."

He jerks a thumb over his shoulder toward the stage, which is now empty. Smooth, Cam.

As nervous as Salamon is, there's a strange sense of solidarity when you're partner's just as much of a disaster as you are.