Much took a longer moment than he was comfortable with to really drag his mind back up into his head, but Qebhet was spinning a story he wanted to follow. "I mean, some of the tales we could tell, they're pretty tall, so Perlie could be onto something," he pointed out, matching her pace to keep his hand in hers, because it felt very important, the feeling of her fingers through the gaps in his. "I never saw Duke Ellington's band, I wasn't round New York then, spent most of that time out in the country." There was a big poster of him up in Mary's jazz bar, though; he'd spent a long time making out with her underneath it, but- that was another thought he shouldn't be thinking.