[He gives her an annoyed look, even if it's tempered with a touch of amusement. The singing is good, the words make him laugh, but the annoyance creeps in because he can feel the itch in his throat making him want to open his mouth and sing something back. Worse, he'd rather be able to speak normally because after last time he saw her, he wasn't exactly normal.]
[Still, he can definitely take her somewhere where they can drink, he knows that much. Gesturing towards the nearest bar, he knows that he can't directly just ask bluntly, but he can get at the point.]
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You know we're all victims, exactly like me. Victims of anything, and all the above.
[Still, he can definitely take her somewhere where they can drink, he knows that much. Gesturing towards the nearest bar, he knows that he can't directly just ask bluntly, but he can get at the point.]
Don't leave me hanging, don't leave me hanging, to start it all over again.