"Really." There was an amused twinkle in his eyes. "I act, I dance, I might even be persuaded to sing on occasion." Beau had done a musical once, too, so did that qualify him as a triple threat? Scor looked a little less confident now that he wasn't throwing shapes on the dance floor.
"Salud," he echoed, lifting his glass. That was one of the only bits of Spanish he could recognise, having visited his dad in South America plenty of times over the years. He took a quick drink to chase away thoughts of his parents. "I'm not surprised that you're thirsty after all that."