[ The bar loses its light when Lapis stops singing; it settles back into the same-old rancor of raucous laughter and crude conversation, and he feels, genuinely, that the establishment suffers for it.
That's the honest opinion of how he feels about the song, but it feels like overkill. A sentimentalism offered to curry her favor.
So he chooses something that sounds more palatable to him, spoken after a beat he takes to wash his excess words down with drink. ]
You've gained confidence.
[ Patronizing words offered with sincerity. The quiet serenity of his expression speaks to the fact that he means what he says. ]
gently carries you down to my dungeon lair...
That's the honest opinion of how he feels about the song, but it feels like overkill. A sentimentalism offered to curry her favor.
So he chooses something that sounds more palatable to him, spoken after a beat he takes to wash his excess words down with drink. ]
You've gained confidence.
[ Patronizing words offered with sincerity. The quiet serenity of his expression speaks to the fact that he means what he says. ]
Your singing hasn't suffered for it.