Duck Lake are you worth your weight in gold, cause you're behind my eyelids when i'm all alone

though alarian answered in agreement, in acceptance, the boy's tonality, the way held his body, signalled all was not well. a frown flitted across mahler's dark features; he drew composure by tightening his broad paws against the earth. settling his hard lavender stare upon the governor, the gargoyle waited until the cherub had presumably lifted his head; if not, he would speak all the same.
"you must believe me when i say it has nothing to with vith you, alarian," the musiker stated firmly. "i find you, uhh, was ist das wort, pleasant. to look upon." pausing to recover himself, mahler shook out his thick ruff, rather heated beneath it with embarassment. "i mean that i am not intererested in anyone, man or voman, in that regard."