A mirthless bark of laughter escaped Cricket, he didn't mind the bluntness. In fact he tended to be blunt at times - when it was called for. "Yes, that is another word for him. Bastard is another. I have an entire list of things I call him. That being said he does have his good points." Like being good in the sack.

"Ah... aspirin is made from willow bark...?" Well, probably not made from it, but close enough. He figured that Dorian would at least know what that was. Hopefully. "It's been around for a while, but I couldn't tell you for how long."

Medication was pretty much the same for him. It never interested him; music was his life in some ways.

"I'm actually on tour more often than not so I don't see my family very often," he said, though he didn't sound too mournful about it. His older brother didn't torment him, but was a bit dull. The nephew was going to be in serious trouble soon and he probably should go back to check on him. Some spirits had taken a bit too much of a liking to him. As for his parents? They were his parents.

"What about you? Family?"