[If not for his lingering, Luce would be already on her way. With how he's been, it seemed like he'd take offense if she stuck around after all. However, she takes note and waits with her patience rewarding her.]

[Although, she supposes such a question could be considered a rather strange reward.]

No, even if the media likes to joke about my band being such. [There's just the briefest of pauses as her hand curls over her heart. The poem is in her mind again.] ...I wish I did, however.

I suppose if I wait much longer, I'll run out of time...