A grim and powerful dignity settled around him. He threw a glance into the mirror, before turning those pale, piercing eyes back to the road. "You have never heard real music," he said. "Real music will hail your heart from your chest." Pausing as he turned onto a long, thin road, he felt himself wanting to show this girl - this brighter shadow of something he could have been, once - just what he meant.
"What do you want most in the whole of the world?" he asked her. For now, the conversation would serve to distract her. "Not just in this moment - but for all of the stretch of your years. What would you call your own, if you could?"