Well now he sort of felt obligated to play her a song in exchange for the bottle of rum. He shook her hand when she slid it into his, giving a slight stroke to the back of it before she withdrew hers. He eyed the food on the table and licked his lips, not quite where to start. Her next words finally poked at his brain and he left the food alone for a moment to eye her once more and he smirked. "Smooth talking huh?" He mused over that for a moment before he spoke up again "If anything might be smooth, it's your skin and I'd love to get a scan of it." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and turned his attention to the guitar, racking his brain for something halfway suitable.
"I'm actually freelancing medic." He replied to her question, lifting his guitar back into his lap and scooting his chair back a bit to give him some room to tune the strings up to par. "I do however trade my entertainment services if that's what needed to get me where I want to go." He shrugged "If it picks me up someone for the night then that's an added bonus." He took a few more deep swallows of the rum for some delicious liquid courage and when her ancient music player finally went silent he picked up the tune, his big fingers surprisingly agile across the strings of the guitar.
*"Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more."
He finished the abridged song with stares and ignored them, setting aside the guitar and giving her a satisfied smile before he turned his attention to his meal and started in on it, taking all of twenty minutes to eat the three plates, two deserts and drink half the bottle of rum. There wasn't a single crumb left, the plates and silverware neatly stacked off to his right and the whole time he'd been more than happy to make small talk with her about anything she wanted to know. When he was finally able to relax back into the chair, he pulled a tooth pick from a pocket and worked it through his teeth to get out the bits of food. "So, I guess it's about time I ask if you know of anyone who might need me." He didn't mind a bit of a wait until they showed up again, especially if he could convince Veronica to let him sing for his supper.