"We live on caffeine." He laughed, nodding. If that was something to be impressed by, he would certainly take it. He liked the idea that they made people get up and dance. Nothing like a good lively song to make even the wallflowers get out there.
The blush was cute and he liked it, his head tilting. "I wouldn't say there's nothin' special about'cha." When she asked if he was a werewolf, he laughed and ducked his head, his eyes shining with amusement. "You think we'd sing about it if it weren't true? Both me and Frankie, wolves through and through." And he seemed mighty happy about it too, because he was.