Let me play you the song of my people...
Croon-Tail: My lady, I could never perform your request!
Ellya Erdain: Oh? Is it too fast for you?
Croon-Tail: I fear that it may damage my instrument.
Ellya Erdain: Ah, but you seam to handle your instrument so well, my darling.
Croon-Tail: You flatter me, my lady.
Ellya Erdain: Yes, well it is such a large and magnificent piece. May I hold it?
Croon-Tail: Goodness no! The innkeeper would never approve of such a public display.
Ellya Erdain: Then, may I suggest a private performance? Perhaps, away from the noise of the inn where we both may enjoy your tremendous talent.
Croon-Tail: Surely you don't mean for me to accompany you to your room?
Ellya Erdain: Indeed I do, my sweet. Indeed I do.