Well! A thing about wild elves is that all art is participatory! He's here to listen to Luka, and a surprised little chill runs up his spine when he hears the other's voice for the first time. He would have never guessed that that sound could come out of this flamboyant man, but he adores it almost from the first word.

He's quiet for the first minute or so of the song, but once he's found the rhythm of it he's bobbing his head, and patting out this improvised drumline on his legs. As the song ends, he picks up a few bars of it, humming them, keeping it going and iterating on the tune for a few moments. He sounds happy, even if he clearly struggles to hold a note for more then a second or two around the scars in his throat.

He stops before very long, grinning up at Luka as he says, "You have a beautiful voice."