You're at a bar sitting with Copia. He tilts his head when you mention you sing. "So, what do you sing?" He asks in his Italian accent. "Anything you want" you smile softly. "Right" His gloved hand slaps the table "Get up on the chair". "Okay" you murmur getting up on a chair to stand on. "Happy or sad?" You ask. He looks at you, thinking "... Sad..." "Okay" you clasp your hands to the front of your skirt "But I warn you, I'll break your heart" Copia shakes his head slightly, "Already broken"