"Now you're just bein' sadistic," he accused, but he was still smiling at least a little bit. "Next you're gonna suggest banjo and accordion music." His Georgia drawl was coming out stronger now that he wasn't so tense.
"Now if you could scrounge up some classic rock, or just something loud I might take you up on it." The sad thing was, he kind of would like some music, but everything he'd had had been pirated onto the hard drive of a barely functional, piece of crap laptop that he'd bought as a refurb a few years ago, and it and his equally disreputable mp3 player had been among the first casualties of his powers.