If possible, he looks even more delighted at hearing that the young man wrote the song.

He should be politely introducing himself, identifying where he was from - but then, according to his sect he shouldn't be here at all. Instead, he gives a hum of consideration.

"No, there aren't. Well, I suppose there might be - I've never been here before." There's a brief pause, then, "And it isn't nothing. I liked it."

It'd been - melancholy, though, and his delighted expression fades into something a little softer, more concerned.

"Are you sad?"