She may be making a joke, but his face is not misleading. He's a trustworthy kind of guy, sometimes at his own expense.

He just gives her a smile, though, and lets her rub shoulders with his. "Honestly, I just came here because I was hoping there'd be somebody else here. I can't sing right now, anyway." His voice is still a little rough from the smoke, and he's not in a hurry to push his lungs. At least avoiding cigarettes is easy enough here, since the supply is limited.