"How deep." She was mocking him, but it held a playfulness this time that it hadn't before. Sweeter, as he said. Few people would describe Mercedes Lacey as such, but everyone had their sugary side.
Sadie leaned back away from his display, raising a brow and then lifting her drink in something of a toast to his little "speech".
"Aren't there though? Negatives, I mean. It can spike your blood pressure. A song can bring back a bad memory as much as a good one." She could blame the half-glass of booze and whatever had come before it for this little chat. But it was better than the fate he claimed her third Tropic Thunder would lead to.
"All those shitty remixes that come out nowadays anytime a song is even halfway decent, ruining every classic that ever was." Sadie and foul language didn't usually mix, and he could probably tell by the way she emphasized the word like a kid knowing they were misbehaving just out of Mom & Dad's line of sight.