"That's a wonderful idea," he stated in response, his eyes lighting up at the idea. "Or perhaps you could even organize your own group of performers. This island is full of people who have not had the privilege of hearing the Divine Songstress herself perform." He stood there for a second, still wearing his drenched shirt and holding the clean one in his hands, smiling broadly before realizing that he wasn't moving.

"...Ah, pardon me," he quickly blurted out before turning and heading for the bathroom door and slipping past it. "I am still listening!" He figured it only polite that he spare her the sight of him disrobing, even if it was just his shirt, though he was leaving the door open just a bit so that they could continue their conversation. He began prying that wet shirt off of his body, though the wetness of it made it cling rather stubbornly to his chest and shoulders.