"You say that now, but I'm going to place a bet right here, right now that you're the first to sing along with me," he said, standing up and pushing the chair back into its rightful place.
Stretching his arms up over his head for a moment, he fake pouted at her. "Here I was hoping for a private party." The pout didn't last long. "Anyone willing. You're the first person I've run into. I should have started in another part of the complex obviously. I might send else out to tell the Guthries." Since not all of them liked him. For reasons that Lance completely understood.