Peter was watching her with rapt attention now. Whatever she was doing with her voice, those simple changes in inflection that changed the entire meaning of what she was saying, was beautiful. There was force behind the words and even just a taste of it told him plenty. And now she was asking him to copy her, to...

Oh. He blinked, swallowed and tried, "Like... like this?" he asked, pitch lifting to convey a hopefulness that he was doing it right. Appreciation that she was there. He wanted to be good and able to follow the direction she was patiently giving. He didn't think he could copy the commanding presence she had adopted, so he kept at the first type instead. "Doing it okay?"