Hershel just watched him, somewhere between amused and I-can't-believe-you're-real-life. He sighed as he looked at the screen, not really knowing the song but trying at the 'I'm a genie in a bottle' part because he said he would, ok, and that part he sort of remembered.

He's too quiet and his 'singing' is more like embarrassed mumbling, but close enough. Yes murder game, this is one of your participants. There are two seventeen year olds doing this in the lounge, are you happy.