She was pushing him, she knew she was but the song was leading her, mostly cause she was letting it, Because it was a chance, an excuse. It was making him think, and damn it if he wasn't thinking about it, every second.
"The will to go on and fight through endless suffering For all who believe wait a crown a ring The power of the man who would be king"
She paused as the song ended, that wasn't how she'd meant to put it, not at all. Dammit, still maybe she could blame it on the song, like when she called him Sammy.
She waited, hand still on his arm, squeezing slightly, urging him to listen to her. To trust her like he said he did so often. She had never steered him wrong.