[She lets out a hearty laugh of her own, swatting at him teasingly.]

It's just a song. As if I'd ever spend an hour snuggling with a man named Master Andril, or Brelan. Honestly they've got to have better names than that.

[She leans back, letting her hair fly in the wind, giving Thatch a grin of her own.]

And would you now? Well...you'd have to sing for it, you know. Then I'll consider it.