"Do... what? Sing?" Swann was too rattled by the situation to give the question much thought. "Och, well, 'tis like talking, only with melody."

He stared up at the creature, beginning to think maybe, maybe it wouldn't eat him. He was too small, must have been like a flea to it.

Swann wondered if fleas were crunchy, and perhaps tasted of chocolate to giant lizards.

"Can ye talk, or at least make noises?"