"Really?" Scud rose his eyebrows, a bit surprised by that. He faltered for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed. Was he interested? It was never anything he'd considered before. It did have some appeal though. "I-- dunno how much of a voice I've got for it," he said finally. It was a bit true. Scud's voice was a lazy whiskey and cigarettes -- but not quite as low as many might imagine just from the look of him.