[He rolls his eyes. The expected mockery is nothing new. At that dangerous tone, he tips his head slightly. There's a momentary thoughtful look, and then...]

~I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
It's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses."~

[His singing voice is lower than his speaking voice, a little out of practice, but he's in tune with the verse.]