At first, Ahn-Bo was too busy flipping through the pages to notice that Seojin-a had turned back his way. Some were more complete than others—a brief scribble of a line here, another there—while others were more developed. These were songs. Given his upbringing, he'd only ever heard jeongak at court. Though he knew there was minsokak as well. Which one did Seojin-a favor? He brought his head up to ask (and maybe even request he sing one), but his words caught in his throat. His friend was embarrassed about them. Maybe he hadn't wanted Ahn-Bo pawing through them after all?

Quickly, he flipped the notebook closed and crossed the remaining distance to return it safely to Seojin-a’s hand. “Malsomssiga jonneyo,” he murmured in awe, gazing at his friend’s face as if seeing him anew. Just another thing that the vampire excelled at but kept to himself. After seeing the inevitable blush that appeared on Seojin-a’s cheeks, he brushed past him (more closely than necessary, but he couldn’t resist) and headed in the direction of the supposed clearing. “You’re certain there’s a clearing here? How do you even know where we are?” Aside from knowing if they were headed up the mountain or down it, the rest looked the same as everything else.