His head had been lowered, his eyes cast down as he lightly strummed the strings, just warming up. But then she mentioned Broadway and Celine Dion and if he'd been taking a drink at that point, he would have choked. As it was, he wasn't able to stop the guffaw that erupted from his mouth as he demanded, "Are you fucking serious?"
His gaze met hers and he was suddenly certain that she was very serious. Fucking Disney? "Princess, you're not 10 anymore," he felt the need to point out. There was no way in hell he was going to be able force himself to play some fucking Disney song or some shit like that. "Celine fucking Dion?" he asked, his voice dripping with incredulity. "Fuck me," he muttered.