"It's all right," Ganymede says, moving further into the room with a patient smile. He's not in any hurry--he never really is, not with all the time in the world at his hands. "I was only curious...few people ever sing songs that remind me of anything from so long ago."

He tucks his hands into his pockets as if he's unsure of how his next request will be taken. "Could you sing it again?"