[Jesus, what a performance. He considers Petre for a moment, before an inscrutable smile touches his lips.]
Lie down properly. I've got a lullaby for you after all.
[When he starts to sing, his pitch is deep, a bit husky, the pace slow. He never reaches for the song's high notes, never screams, dropping them down to soft murmurs instead; his overall ear for the notes is slippery, but the quality of his voice isn't unpleasant, and this song has got a jittery melody in the first place.
Who knows what he's saying with his song choice? Maybe he's teasing. Maybe it's a random choice. Or maybe he's saying he knows exactly what Petre's selling, and exactly what he hopes to find in John. There's no way to be certain if it's a statement or not. The combination of reliving Siobhan's story and that little outburst about actually feeling brought it out of him.]
BUT YOU SOLDIERED ON
Lie down properly. I've got a lullaby for you after all.
[When he starts to sing, his pitch is deep, a bit husky, the pace slow. He never reaches for the song's high notes, never screams, dropping them down to soft murmurs instead; his overall ear for the notes is slippery, but the quality of his voice isn't unpleasant, and this song has got a jittery melody in the first place.
Who knows what he's saying with his song choice? Maybe he's teasing. Maybe it's a random choice. Or maybe he's saying he knows exactly what Petre's selling, and exactly what he hopes to find in John. There's no way to be certain if it's a statement or not. The combination of reliving Siobhan's story and that little outburst about actually feeling brought it out of him.]