Sean winced. He pictured Kaz strumming his guitar at the very front of the ship. "Now there's mental imagery I didn't need. Somehow I doubt that song is in your vocal range. Unless you wear REALLY tight pants. The whole secret to the BeeGee's music career, I understand."
"Nah, your doing it for publicity never even crossed my mind. You were too earnest, too intent and just that little bit green around the gills." He shook his head a little. "Nah, under that that carefully cultivated persona, you're a genuine good guy." Sean offered a toothy grin, "I'm sure you can be an ass, too, but I'd trust you at my back."
"I'm sure the good press will come, anyway. There's a reporter on board and he was questioning passengers last night."