Elmer didn't expect for the man to start narrating Annabel Lee, which happened to be one of Elmer's favourite poems. Edgar Allan Poe wasn't widely known in the magical world and enjoyed a cult-like following from people like Elmer and, it appeared, this man.

Elmer's interest had been peeked and he now viewed the man in a different light. He did have a somewhat attractive face, now that Elmer was having a better look at him and he could forgive him not appreciating the experimental poetry of a dead, love-struck alchemist.

"You can't," he agreed. "But poems like Annabel Lee are one of a kind. And similarly like how you couldn't compare something by Bach to the excruciating fiddling by someone writing a song for their beau, you cannot help but appreciate the sentiment that drew them to the desk and to the violin, or the piano. I suppose you've never been in love and that is why you've never embarrassed yourself so." He laughed kindly.