No ? Well... a simple and short answer was an answer as well. It just wasn't necessarily a satisfying one. Yet Gregor was far away from considering the other man's behaviour as rude. Who knew what was going on inside of him ? Perhaps something bad had happened, or he was just dead tired, or maybe even depressed. 

The 'Cheers' was silently answered with a little smile on Greg's face before he turned around. The large man tried to peek into the kitchen when there was the window of opportunity as the waitress passed through its doors. Partly it was because of interest, partly because he wanted to know if there was progress on his drink to discover...

'...because I'm a bad singer.' The really rather depressed sounding comment made Greg turn around again, this time a bit more slowly, but also considerably more decisively as he now actually moved his stool towards the black haired man until the desk he was sitting at was in range of his arms. A welcome rest for them. "Hey, perhaps I didn't pay that much attention to the band, but I would notice if someone intended to rip apart my ears. You didn't sing bad."

Gregor didn't really know what he had to expect now, but he wasn't the one to give up that easily if there was a lost soul that seemed to require a bit of a cheering up.