Voltaire simply watched the amazon, observing the different expressions she made while trying to come up with an answer he'd understand. [color=8493ca][b]The [i]Song[/i]?[/b][/color] That word, at least in this context, meant nothing to him. He had listened to many different songs living in Orario but he got the feeling she spoke of a different kind. It was almost cute seeing how flustered this was making her. The constant, rhythmic 'thumping' of his heart spread across his hand. It could be compared to the beating of a drum he supposed. Koph didn't stop there and surprised him by taking his hand and placing it over her own chest. At first, the action caused the young male adventurer to blush a little but then as he felt a similar beating, drumming to his own...he began to understand just a little of what she was saying. A look of thought replaced any kind of embarrassment he momentarily felt. As Koph released his hands, he stared at them in front of his eyes for a moment. It was confusing. It was a foreign way of thought. It was something he had never even stopped to consider. Voltaire let his hands fall to his sides as he looked at Koph [color=8493ca][b]"I'm not really sure I get all of what you are talking about..."[/b][/color] He then smiled [color=8493ca][b]"...but you are saying life is kinda like dancing, right? And that there is a special music playing in the background?"[/b][/color] It probably wasn't the best interpretation of it, he knew that, but it helped him to see her view-point.