"Babe, the internet has more than corrupted my 'innocent' mind. You got nothing to worry about. Ya cool, ya know what I'm sayin'?" He reached out, pushing her shoulder playfully as he grinned at her.

"Hey," he went on, holding his hands up in defense. "I've got a track record of not getting laid. Things can change, Lady, things can change. You're gonna be all respectable now, and I ain't afraid of this change in the least. So, grab a guitar and lets get to singin'..."

Or at least something like that. He stood, skipping around the bed to get his guitar out from it's case. Coming back around he sat on the bed and looked at her with a grin. "If you come to the weddin', you'll get to see just how wrong you are about me and tuxes. Just saaaaying, just saying. And don't," he looking down at his chest. "I just don't have enough boob to really be sexy. Don't you think?"