"Well, I can't have you be better than me at everything, can I?" He asks teasingly. He's sung since he was a young boy, faithfully going to services at the Chantry. He's always a little timid about singing, but here in the privacy of his room, with his wife and his daughter? He feels no shyness in the act at all.

"She is," He agrees in a soft tone. "It's hard to imagine we made that, isn't it?"