"Good God." Ramses face had turned beet red then white as he'd gone from embarrassment to anger at the compulsion. Not that he minded singing Calleigh's praises, but to be foreced to sing that...tripe? He'd rather have choked on the words.
Mindful that his wife had liked the song he worked to calm down and swallow his pride. "I''m happy you liked it, dearest. I admit it isn't typically my style of music but the sentiment was correct."