Her head tilted as he drew the word out and she nodded despite herself. Enunciation was important - she knew that from her father as well as Christine's influence. "I'm glad yours are bearable then," she said honestly.
"Oh?" Clearly she didn't believe as she shook her head. "Mine wouldn't listen - I. Well. At least, when I asked them to stop." She shrugged sheepishly, trying not to think of how terrified the dark voice - Erik and then Bran - had always made her feel. "One was more than a bit frightening and I heard him more than-" The kettle whistled and she turned about, before she could continue the thought.