"Ha ha ha! You have not heard me sing! Still, I thank you," Cristiano smiled broadly at Juliet as he took a seat on the ocean floor before getting up again. They had food to bring back to a friend, or something.
"I can try, but I am not a master. I am not a very good tutor, either," he hummed. "You like music. Do you sing? You must first sing from the soul." His hand holding the knife rubbed in a circle before his chest to indicate the soul, the heart, before holding said knife out for Juliet to take back.
"Then, you must remember the spells. They are poems recited in song." Cristiano began to swim away, pausing to wait for Juliet and extending his elbow for her to take his arm as escort. He ate idly as they drift off back toward Kytana, not speaking while his mouth full.