Ah, mine aren't anythin' special. Yours, though-- pretty sure you could write a whole speech while doing just about anything, if someone got you worked up enough.

[Just gently teasing, a little smile settling into place as he looks back down to his work, then pauses. The other kitten is still snoozing, so he carefully scoops it up to deposit it on Keito's lap, where it stretches, yawns, and drifts back off.]

If you really wanna hear it, I guess I can't tell you no, but it doesn't sound as good this way...

[It's not made for one voice, after all. He'll pick it up anyway, going back to the verse he'd started-- singing quietly, now, instead of just humming it.]