He's about to say 'just leave it somewhere' or similar-- truly, the only reason he is here at all for any length of time is that he's curious about who cares to know about the history of vampires-- but pauses. Then-- "Fuck." Deacon curses like it's punctuation, and so there is nothing particularly angry or surprised in the single syllable; it's an expression of realisation, tinged amused.

"May I?" His hands go out to take the disc album from her.