He shook his head and said, "I think it's safe to say. I'm pretty sure the only musical I've ever seen was My Fair Lady and that's because my Mum made us all sit down and watch it one time for movie night." He had been a young child then, it was a summer the twins were back from Hogwarts, a hot night when they'd opened all the doors and windows in the lounge of the estate and ate ice cream while they watched.
At her question, Bash couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped him - so much like his father's laugh. "I promise, not to mention my brother and my father - and most likely my sister and Mum, too - would do much worse to me if I did. I promise. You've seen me before, we were introduced, even if we didn't really speak to each other, I'm not a murderer. Though I do my way around some very subtle poisons," he joked with a sly smirk, liking the way she smiled at him.
He moved closer to her, hoping he had allayed any of her fears, and found himself a spot on the couch, not far from where her legs lay.