There's maybe one small, tiny little part of him that wonders why he's going along with this. He rolls his eyes and moves out of the bedroom, turning on lights while he goes. He calls back over his shoulder:

"Yeah. It's this way." In the better light of the living room, he glances at the cover and shoots a surprised look back to Aradia. "Nic Cage, really? I didn't know you were a fan, I was expecting Indiana Jones. You really want to watch this now?"