He makes his weird half-laugh noise, purring, "You're very sweet, princess. I was actually thinking about learning to make one."

He listens to the tuning with a curious ear, wondering what exactly he's listening for. He seems like he's looking for something in particular, and it has never occurred to him that people might do music differently in different places.

"Probably not. I'm not much of a singer anymore anyway," he says idly, shifting to put his side to Luka so he can stretch his legs out. "Besides, I'm here to listen to you."