He chuckled, trying to ignore the heady feeling she instilled in him by laughing and flirting. She was bright and shiny and it was strangely intoxicating.
"That it is, songbird, but you cannot be accused of subversive radio if you are merely making it available to the public. It wouldn't be your fault I got ahold of it." Well, technically, anyway.
He tilted his head, thinking on it. "If she had a problem with it, you could argue that you were merely providing the people with some light-hearted, non-subversive entertainment. Happy people are less likely to rebel people. You could pull off the lie with your pretty face and voice. Though it still might be risky," he warned her. "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."