[He's not a fan of... well, anything, really. Maybe one thing. But he never had the time, space, nor drive to cultivate any interests of his own, so... he's a bit halting at first, staring off into a corner of the room as the tea quietly brews a pleasant veil of steam between them. Besides, a lot is happening and he's still groggy, so he has every reason to be a little distrait. Talking to Manuela is grounding for that reason: something more mundane to focus on in the disarray of his upended life.]

...I can't say I'm a fan of music, but I can still appreciate a melodious voice. A private performance sounds like an honor.