The way Dieter batted his eyes, innocently blinking up at Pree might have been entirely believable if not for the sparkle in his eye that called into question whether he was truly that innocent. "What ways are those?" he asked him, brows raising.
He couldn't imagine what Qreshi pop out Leithian folk balads would sound like but he wasn't surprised to hear they were sad. "Unapproved?" he asked him. "Was it fascist, where you came from?" he asked, curiously. There were stories from his childhood, of course, his grandparents who'd lived through the war.
"You can sing?" he asked him, a touch excited to hear. "Oh, I'll have to try to find you some things to sing. I will take you on an adventure of songs."