"I'm a rockstar with no need for all this money." Ziggy was honest because Antheans didn't have money. The concept of it being so necessary here, to hoard it, wasn't part of who he is. He'd rather spoil his friends with it.

"I like these pants." Ziggy had been eying up a pair of striped, narrow cut, silk pants with a flair right at the ankles. "Maybe with this blue shirt?"

He looked to the drummer for advice to see what he thought. Ziggy didn't need it but it was for friendship to build, not need.