Gyrfalcon's Keep Woodsmoke and oranges

He seemed keen and willing to meet every demand she had made of him to date. Naturally, she approved of this; men who were willing to appease their wives and lovers earned happy wives and lovers in return, and while Solveig knew it was likely too soon to tell if this would be something that would last, she felt reasonably confident in assuming that it would. She would keep her expectations reasonable, but felt he would surpass them. She would welcome him, and reward him, if he did. 

There was a note in his voice that she found appealing and so, smiling lightly, she made a request. "Sing to me?" She asked, curious to know if he could- and if he would.