Maybe the fact that she's going to be or supposed to be a spy-scout-bard should make him a little more paranoid, but that's never been a particular trait of his. He doesn't think to question her reactions, if they're genuine or not, because even though she keeps surprising him with skills and tidbits from her background, she's always been perfectly charming and honest around him.

Still. The hardness that creeps into her voice is something to consider. "I don't know how much influence there is there. I don't even know if she still plans on interrogating everyone who falls out of the sky. I hope not. I'll fight it, somehow, if she does. But, I mean...if your Nightingale wants to put in a good word for us, I'm definitely not gonna stop you." Might even be nice, if the Sister wants to actually help, and Araceli's got her ear at this moment. But he doesn't want to beg for help. (Besides, what if the Seeker just says no?)

But that's...something for later. Because right now, in this instance, it's music. It's her never shy but certainly nervous smile, and the lute she's teaching herself, and her homeland shanty-ballad. He tucks his chin in his hands and listens, drifting along with her, smiling dreamily. Korrin's got a good one, here. And he is not afraid to punch a giant horny woman if said woman mistreats Araceli, self-preservation be damned.