Xylo began softly, "I wasn't trying to spy on you, I was just going for a walk and heard someone singing. I've never heard a voice so beautiful. So I had to stop and listen. I'm sorry, I'll leave now." He didn't know how'd she react, but he had said the truth, and he to stop. Her voice sounded like an angel's from heaven, singing alongside the harp of the cherubim and the trumpet of the seraphim. He asked quietly, not being able to contain the curiosity that gnawed away at his heart, "Who were you singing about?", preparing to be slapped as he admitted her perhaps had been around too long for her liking.