To her credit, she didn't flinch. But her expression was far away as she considered his question.
"I... I don't really know," she admitted. "I've never really thought about it much."
The look on her face softened. "But... when I was very small, my mother would tell me such stories. Beautiful songs of love. I used to think they were so lovely, so lovely, but that they would never happen to me. I think... if I had the chance to have something like those songs... I would want it."
She blushed. "If he is my song... Do you think he could be?"