[ Baby looks out to the window for a moment, memories rushing past his eyes; his mom and his mixes and getting caught. All sorts of things he associated with making his own music that weren't pleasant, and yet, here he still was, craving for more.

He shakes his head finally, a finger circling the rim of his own mug. ]

No, I didn't. Or rarely, but only in the house, and my foster dad is deaf, so it really was for myself. My mom, she sang for other people.

[ When Isabelle mentions being eager, something clicks into place in Baby's heart, and he realizes - out of everyone in Cadelle, he wants her to be there the most. He wants her to hear him. ]

I could sing you something right now, if you wanted. Something just for you.