Take It Away, Mr. Guitar
"Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?"
Lowell rubs his chin, pretending to think - and not only performing that charade, but also sneakily attempting another listen.
"That peculiar little noise. Are you humming?"
(In vain, however. It's gone.)
"'Course not," Syrenne snorts. "I don't hum."
"You don't? Pity. Now we'll never have any music around here."
She snorts again, this time accompanied by a smirk. "What, you're not gonna try and serenade me? Maybe you're not completely brainless after all."
Gently closing his eyes, Lowell shakes his head, and rocks Syrenne back and forth in his arms as he starts his tune.