Faro's eyes are on Detlef's mouth the whole time he's speaking. There's a wistfulness to his grin; he has too much trouble with repetition to play with rhyme, yet Detlef flows the words together so easily. It's wonderful, a dash of envy mixed in with the happiness that at least he gets to hear it.

"Do you think Sir Lurk will mind if we borrow-" Faro's lips close to make an m-sound, then he thinks better of it and gives a tiny shake of his head. Better not, maybe once he's practiced it alone. "Her for a while?"