Stop looking? How were you supposed to find something if you weren't looking for it? Then again, Rufio hadn't been looking for Neverland when he fell into that place, so maybe there was something to the advice. He nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets.
Singing? What was with this guy and singing? Was it some weird kind of payment plan? Wanted a song in exchange for information. He shook his head, face wrinkling. "I don't know any songs," he repeated. "And I don't sing." He didn't, nothing that would come out of the speakers, and he didn't like the idea of standing in front of a crowd like that. Unless he was sword fighting or playing a game.