[The happy trilling is pretty much immediate. Ain is reminded, for the thousandth time, that he has Deep, Deep Feelings for Vash, and he hopes the other can't hear his heartbeat. Because Ain sure can. He sure can feel the blood rushing in his veins, and a deep need to pull his fingers through Vash's hair and drag him in for a kiss that's almost too sweet.
He's... far gone. Oh, no, he's so gone.]
I did say I would save my best songs for you... [He collapsed with a fever, though, so he didn't get to actually sing.] Mm... you must be really fond of me, if you mean all that!
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He's... far gone. Oh, no, he's so gone.]
I did say I would save my best songs for you... [He collapsed with a fever, though, so he didn't get to actually sing.] Mm... you must be really fond of me, if you mean all that!
[Compliment him more peasant—]