"Aspel never makes me anything," he complained good-naturedly, smiling back at her. "I don't know why she likes you more. I'm clearly better looking, darling." Which was a lie, but they both knew that.
He turned back to Cressida and shook his head. "Trust me, Cress," he said. "You really don't want me to sing. I'm good at a lot of things, but musical abilities are not any of them."