Only a person with secrets would make such an offer, but she wasn't going to give him any hints. Koe strummed away - starting slow as he played the notes, and then each subsequent play-through a bit faster than the last. Why make it too easy for him? After all, if he wanted to know all of her secrets he would have to be a mind reader. Koe never wanted to read anyone's mind in any case. It was much easier to read their body and their face. Whatever answers you were in search of could usually be found there. Vedette's face was a master-class in that coy sort of gamesmanship. There was nothing unpleasant or unclean about the inviting smile that she gave him, but she was not inviting him to come across the table. She was challenging his wit in the most basic of ways. Koe was not entirely sure how to respond.
It took him back, of course, to the games he'd played as a child. Wandering around the sparse woods of his home with his mother following after, trying to evade her or trick her only to find that there was no escape. Or trying to guess the pattern of her songs, whistling to interrupt as she practiced and made notations. The liveliest spirit he'd ever encountered was Minaht, when it came to games, when it came to challenges. She always wanted to compete. She could be a partner, but she wanted no demands on that relationship, and instead featured everything as a sport. Not that he begrudged her that, but competition and sport were not his strong suits. It was more engaging to do something simply to do it, than because the other person's opinion of you was at stake.
Then again - someone's opinion of you was always at stake. Even if you sometimes chose not to see it that way.
"Anything," he murmured with a twist of his lips. "Anything?"
Her answering nod was not needed, of course. What would she ask him, if she were in his position? What questions could she want to field? What secrets did she keep? Koe could think of several interesting questions - but she was not the kind to hid such things in her heart. And in any case, Koe did not want to know if she was secretly a killer. A murderer. Some kind of brigand on the run from her own laws.
Then again, that might make it more exciting.
All of the pages in front of him were associated with games like this in his mind. These were the moments that fueled half-finished songs into completion. So he was moving on to another and testing it out, to see if it fit the moment, to see if there was some way he could make a melody out of it. All while he smiled at her, and wondered why she had asked that question. Should he ask a jealous question? A flirting question? And how long had it been since he'd asked himself questions like this? The truth was, women were a cunning group, and female dragons worst of all. She would be running circles around him for the rest of the night. That prospect did not trouble him overmuch.
"How much could there be to know?" was what he finally settled on; his tone was playful but his face was suddenly solemn. "Vedette, what have you been doing?"