He blinked, hesitating. He could do that, but it'd been a long time since he'd sung when anyone could hear him - mostly it'd been car radio, if he was honest. "Uh...ja," he agreed, thinking about it. "Uh...alright, well, here's a classic." Kratzer took a deep breath and began with the first few words of Frank Sinatra's "My Way."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo grinned wide, surprised but happy that Kratzer did in fact, have a very lovely voice. Yuna beamed alongside him, and the other kids gathered round to hear his song.
Kratzer did the whole song beginning to end, hardly managing a straight face but at least keeping himself from laughing. He was a bit self-conscious about the whole thing but he didn't want to say no to the children, who did seem to be at least entertained, so he continued until he carried out the final note.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Kratzer laughed and embraced Yuna. "Danke, it's been a hobby of mine for a while. I wish I could do Frank Sinatra justice," he chuckled.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Only the greatest singer who ever lived," Kratzer answers enthusiastically, wrapping an arm around Yuna, as he was unwilling to be the one to break away - he made it his policy to offer hugs however long they were required. One never knew when someone needed one.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo laughed, patting Yuna on the head to grab her attention again. Without any words exchanged, she understood the message and slowly let go of Kratzer, but then she turned around to Bo and hugged him instead, causing Bo to chuckle again.
He smiled down at Yuna. She was a sweet girl. "Oh Lord no. I did get to see him play once, which was absolutely amazing," he grinned.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Most certainly, it's a name well known back home," he replied.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He shook his head with a small, if wry, smile. "Ah, no. I am somewhat famous, I suppose, but infamous may be more accurate. I'm a very well known assassin who nearly won the wrong side a war before disappearing."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Ohhhh!" Yuna nodded, then gave Bo a pat on the stomach (since his shoulders and chest were out of reach). "Bo was known for being an assassin too. A long time ago. During the calamity!"
Bo smiled, though it was a little more strained. It wasn't something to brag about. "Ah, well, yes."
