It was worth a try, at least, but she can see him fold back up behind a smirk. Which is kind of sad, really, if it's really him retreating. She takes it as one, a vague pang of disappointment in herself for making it happen--even if, as she believes, it was worth a shot.

(The smirk, at least, is fake. She's pretty sure about that. Declaring that the only things that matter to him are addictions and women seems like a big show.)

"Then sing me that one." Pretty is such a subjective thing that she's not sure what to expect, but she'd curious nonetheless.