Damn. The man gets points for being charming. He can see why people might like him. Not enough that they'd go stand in a crowd of thousands, but there's an appeal that he can't deny.

He's smirking up at him as he begins to sing again, listening intently. He lasts a song just picking apart lyrics before he returns to tapping on his leg, taking the song and playing with it as it's sung. On one of the simpler melodies, he works out a pretty decent accompaniment that he can actually hum with his ruined throat.

By the time it's over, he's sighing happily, shifting to lean comfortably against Luka's leg.

"You're welcome anytime, Princess. You really know how to make a guy feel special."