His heart clenched at the accent. So very, painfully familiar to that ever older self. France's own mask slipped for a second, letting Arafinwe peek through in ears and eyes. A hint of pointed ears peeked out beneath blond hair, blue eyes changing just a little, growing just a little paler before he regained his current self.

"It is no imposition," he managed, though the tone was no least earnest. He tilted his head a little, another smile thrown Maglor's way. "Sing me another song, if you wish to repay me, though I feel your company would be gift enough."