Even laying down and lulled by the heat of the fire, there's no way he could fall asleep listening to her sing, at least this first time. He's too entranced by the song and her voice, and when she's finished there is a quiet, echoing sigh from below where he lays.

She finds him gazing up at the first stars with a quietly thoughtful expression, one arm under his head and the other flung out carelessly. When her head settles on his shoulder, that arm curls around her almost reflexively, gently protective. "So it's also true what they say, about the enchantment of faery singing." He smiles a little, tilting his chin down slightly to get a glimpse of her face. "That was beautiful..."

His gaze drifts back to the evening sky. "I've never had children... at least as far as I'm aware," There's a touch of embarrassment there, but his flings have been rare, over the years. "It's... a fatherly position, I suppose, having an apprentice, but I've always felt so awkward with it. I've made a royal muck-up of it, with a few of them. I don't think I'd do well with any of my own, but I do marvel over the... intensity of connection people seem to have with them."