( for a moment, Deimos stands with his eyes wide in surprise as he finally registers what Julien is saying. and unlike Julien, he is not versed in diplomacy...

he bursts out laughing.

sharp, short laughs as he coughs and sputters to reign it back. He leans against the balcony railing, tilting his head in amusement as he looks on at the young man that avoids his gaze. ) I think you misunderstand. I'm a bard. I write about others, not myself.

And I wrote this for Netvor. Not... ( ahem. ) In some attempt to woo you.

A tragically beautiful song for a tragically beautiful land.