[ The song is quickly becoming familiar, and he wonders if he'll think about it when he goes back to his Throne someday— a shame, he's never been much for singing.
He's largely satisfied by her moment of respite, taking it upon himself to enjoy the music even if he doesn't recognize the tunes or the lyrics. Music is the great equalizer in any age.
When the song dies down somewhat, he turns to Ai and asks, simply: ] Is no one going to dance?
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He's largely satisfied by her moment of respite, taking it upon himself to enjoy the music even if he doesn't recognize the tunes or the lyrics. Music is the great equalizer in any age.
When the song dies down somewhat, he turns to Ai and asks, simply: ] Is no one going to dance?
[ Isn't that what festivities are about...? Hm. ]