Julien almost-laughs and then fakes a low chuckle. "Yeah, you know when I'll win. Sir."

The song... He thinks it's more Elvish, it has a similar kind of sound, but Julien doesn't recognize any of the words. Still it seems to dance on the edge of comprehension, like a dream vanishing as he wakes up. He barely blinks while Aaron is singing, unaware that he's leaning in a bit, and that his pupils have dilated. It's... nice. He can't put a finger on why it strikes him the way it does, or just how it strikes him at all.

When it's done he straightens, but it's a moment before his pupils tighten again. Julien licks his lips, doesn't say sing more, doesn't say don't do that again that was weird, and finds something to ask instead. "What does it mean?"