I love music. [A nod.] Some of it. Some of it is too rough for me. There's no pianos in Hell. And the only instrument I ever did myself was taiko drums. It's a -- [Demonstrates with his hands.] Small drum used on the battlefield to signal commands. [Amused grin.] But there's a lot of musicians on board. Klaus is great at falsetto. He. Venti, and Jeff -- [Annoyed tsk. Because Jeff was possessed right now...] Jeff isn't Jeff yet, long story, but -- [Waves a hand, because it's so much to explain, and he hopes it can be resolved before she meets him. And since he's in the brig, it almost certainly will be.] They remind me of my pageboy: Ranmaru. Ranmaru is a performer. A professional singer and dancer, and very impetuous. I'm quite fond of him at home.

The monks yeah... it's all kama sutra, and ways of wholesome living, it's the worst. They'll tell everyone worldly desires are to be refused, and then educate young males in how to be the most pleasurable. They take something fun and interesting and perverted and then try to make it pure and wholesome and spiritual! It's the worst! [He's a five year old in the body of a very dirty old man, yes.]

[And he laughs, blushing all over again.] I can bring it out. Bwahahaha... sorry. Thank you for telling me. [A head nod!!!] I keep forgetting that this isn't Hell, my lands. I went from owning an entire country, the castle, everything my eyes could see, and now I keep forgetting that this isn't technically one of my ships, that I share corridors or decks with others, and I'm not seen as ... impossible of suggesting such things. [More laughs.] Because of politics, such a thing was truly impossible in Hell. And I keep forgetting it's something others could interpret. It's a strange thing. One of the many things which makes me feel like a caveman.