Clapping his hands as she returned to her place at the bar, he knew the act was over-exaggerated but he was actually impressed she bothered to go through with it. Although, he had to admit, he was very convincing when he wanted to be, "You might be able to live without karaoke for another thousand years, but I don't know if it should live without you that long." His eyebrows raised to show he was genuinely impressed, not sure what to expect with her vocal range, but she was good. Quite good. She may not be about the performance or the other flashy things that made karaoke for him, but-- to each their own.
"You may deserve two," he offered, an underlying flirtatiousness he hadn't outright used on her all night. A record for him. If only she understood just how much restraint he exercised tonight, she might even be far more impressed with him than she already was. Placing the drink in front of her, he then pressed his index finger to his chin, "I wonder just how many more secrets are in there. But I don't think I want to spoil the mystery. After all we have a week in Maldives. It would be no fun to know everything before then." His eyes kept seeming to find her, even when her attention wandered elsewhere. On her drink. On her surroundings. On that guy hitting on her. Whatever came up. He still found himself watching her, curious. Where did this woman come from? And why was he so curious about her? He wondered what a week with her would teach him about her. Would he be able to peel back another layer?