Symon licked his lips, his teeth aching, the urge to continue singing to see Asra open before him like a blossom to the sun nearly overwhelming. He took a careful breath instead, the fins at his wrist flexing and instead satisfied himself by letting his gaze linger on the flush in the other man's cheeks, the way his fingers barely trembled as he ran them through his hair.

"Getting used to it and all. I've always been in the habit of singing, it seems like I will have to curb it somewhat. " Or not, depending on my mood.

"Oh, yes, I rather like it." He continued on. His lashes dipped lower over his eyes, "Would you like to hear the rest later?"