Groot may not notice that quiet little tone, but Rocket does, and he glances over at her, his ears flicking back slightly. "Nah," he agrees, his arms crossed over his chest, and trying not to think of how damn quiet the Benatar was for half a year. How quiet the rest of the world was. "Wouldn't want that."

"I am Groot," Groot mutters, still a little disgruntled over the deliberate mistranslation, but sort of pleased that his dad thinks he has such an important job, even if he's bullshitting it a bit.

Rocket shakes his head slightly, bringing a smile back to his face. "Y'know, your taste in music ain't half bad."