[There is no doubt in his mind that he is being made light of, but at the same time, the verse catches his attention, and he does not interrupt her, mulling thoughtfully over the poetic words.]

Perhaps so dire, though what ye hath taken to poetry to relate, another has voiced. And still I refute it... I stay not alive of the fear of death, nor contemplate the pains of this inevitable.

Might I inquire of the source or are ye, so skilled in verse as to compose.