A bark of laughter slips out before he can stop it. "Oh my God, no," he says, shaking his head as he puts the lid on his soda and reaches for a straw. His fingers deftly unwrap it as he looks back at her. "Nobody wants to hear me sing. Nobody needs to hear that. But Barry does. And Caitlin, if she gets drunk enough," he laughs.

His eyes widen a little when she suggests that they sing a duet. At least she's not expecting him to be a great singer, he hopes, since she's admitting that she doesn't think that she is.

"Oh...oh, Gracie. It is going to take so, so much Jose Cuervo to get me up there..." he warns playfully as he pushes the straw into his lid with one hand and tosses the balled up wrapper into the trash with the other.