Neverwinter Forest [m] how can I see the world like you do?

He lead her through a thicker patch, where the trees got closer together, the branches hung over them and the snow noticeably dropped, stuck on the branches high above. He slowed a moment here, shifting his attention purely to her as they moved through this gallery of sorts. Perhaps he was wrong in assuming that because she did seem to be older than him that she'd understand what it was. Mal knew. And given all that had happened, it left him with a question he already knew the answer to.

Fitting, I think, all three he said, a sort of sly little smirk her way, curious to see how she'd respond to that. I'll admit to being a little jealous. He gave it a bit of further thought and seemed to have a little bit of enlightenment, I guess if I'd kept part of my father's name, I'd have 'Singing' in there somewhere. And you may catch me up to a lot of different things -- but singing isn't one of them. Lopsided grin this time. Wasn't like he'd ever tried, but he'd just nixed it right off the list at some point just because it sounded lame. 

Before she had a chance to respond, he playfully continued, We should take turns though, ask me something. There he reached out, a tap to her shoulder with his nose, sort of shy about it -- maybe a very low-stakes game of tag.