You were a ghoul, cooking in the kitchen of the ministry with some music playing. Swiss happened past the kitchen, peering in at the sound of the music. Usually, this wouldn't be interesting in the slightest, until he hears your voice amongst the music. He crept closer to the door, now able to make out more of what he could hear; you were softly singing to yourself. He smirked a little, leaning against the doorway quietly for a moment, his tail swaying, just listening before clearing his throat.