He makes a face and takes a swallow of his drink, wincing only slightly at the burn.

"Cocky and unsubtle? You know, I'm sure people said stuff like that about Elvis or Sinatra, and look how well they turned out."

Hmm....dead and...dead. "Career-wise."

He gives a distant laugh. "My dad loved Sinatra. He'd pop in the old records and swing Mom around the house, singing them to her. Man couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but damn did he love singing with Frank."