The twenty five year old acting like a kid might be a good start. Bards made their livings by being goofy, though, and while the strange music had been cause for some pause at first, Levin wasn't one to let things such as unfamiliar societal norms get in his way.

Flutes paired perfectly with techno; it was true. He was talented enough to manage accompaniment after a little bit, though most of his time was spent whirling about in a flurry of scarves and loose clothing. When the music stops, he finds himself facing a man slightly younger than himself.

"...Eh. You're not as pretty as I was hopin' for. ...Or busty."