Cerulean Cape The Wind And The Sky!

The only thing that kept the shadow from bursting into laughter was her mortification-- she did not allow either emotion to show on her face, instead watching the male with what would appear to be a delighted smile. When he finished singing, she leaned over again to touch her nose to his shoulder.
That was... lovely. Samaantine breathed, pulling back from the brief contact to meet his eyes. It was torture and she would die happy if she never heard him sing again. She tilted her head, adopting an almost-lovestruck expression. What's your name?
It would have been romantic, if he weren't a short old man singing the cheesiest song in the world; perhaps if he were a warrior-poet, a savage beast singing to her of his kills... Tine pushed the thought away. Now wasn't the time to think about her dream guy, when this was what she had to work with. At least the aging idiot had given her an easy reason to pretend she was smitten.