When she was seated, he pulled out a chair next to her and sank into it. He'd forgotten about the contest to get on the ship, his mind had been occupied with other things. He picked his drink back up and took the straw out of it, tossing it on the table then took a drink.
"I sing and play," he answered after swallowing. He was also of the opinion that he was damn good at both but he'd let her be the judge of that when she caught one of his sets. "You were in a band? What instrument do you play?" What other talents did this beauty have? He could imagine a couple for himself as he stared at her.
Vaguely he wondered if smoking was allowed in the dining room. Probably not. Nazi fuckers. He hated rules and being told he couldn't do something. Leah probably didn't smoke and probably wouldn't appreciate if he did anyway.