He was indeed enjoying himself. There was almost nothing that could make him forget he was in public, but music came close enough to taking him a little out of himself - and he wasn't bent on keeping a straight face. There was no reason to. He leaned in, pressing his shoulder a little tighter against hers, the better to be heard without raising his voice. "And no one's come along with anything better, have they?" It was good-natured. It was clear - to anyone who knew him, at least - that he was in a particularly good mood.