Something Curnen had said filtered up through memory, about how in modern societies almost nobody sang. Even when he hadn't had paying work, Coby'd had other musicians around him. Here it seemed like it was mostly just him and Curnen. He couldn't exactly say the offer was a surprise, but it was one he appreciated more than Jag maybe knew.

"Yeah? Got any good songs?" Most of Coby's, when he thought about it, were about love or heartbreak in one way or another. Maybe not the best choice for the two of them tonight.