Miniver twists his long hair over one shoulder and paws both hands through it nervously before working up the resolution to leave the speaker and walk through that door.
He closes it slowly behind himself and leans against it, head tilted. He tucks his hair back again, shakes it out, stops himself, peers at Skwisgaar through a curtain of black curls that cover only half of his face.
"I learned a long time ago. I don't remember why. I think Nikki started teaching me when we were touring in Sweden one year, and once I got it, I... kept getting it. I don't know why I didn't tell you. I think somehow I thought you knew." He licks his lips nervously and plays with his hair. "You're different, like this."