Hey, hey, that’s no way to treat a lady when you first meet her. I thought the Empire had manners.

[sing in character] My sovereign walked a field of suffering. From Hulm ‘till Kirith fell.

Notes: there's no tune we need, just go at it!

Your friend there stole a horse and our blacksmith. And the blacksmith’s partner. (very subtle flirting) But has anyone ever told you that you have gorgeous eyes? Amazing. They’re mahogany-- deep, rich, intoxicating, Flicks of amber in em, I could fall in. I can’t get enough, really.