[His attention is rapt upon her, heart beginning to beat more swiftly.]

Those who do not marry for love cannot understand those who would. They stand upon their hill, silent judgement as their will. [Renart might be able to warn Tempest that a song may be coming on.] Until...

[Music begins. It seems to come from nowhere at all, but it's all around them, a light and lilting tune as Monty begins to sing properly.]

They see a girl, they see a boy.
Their hearts filled with rage,
They need to destroy
What happiness lies,
What they now despise
Is love-
Love!
Love finds a way.

[He raises a hand and plucks one of Tempest's daisies, offering it to her.]

A child born of love, of loss, too,
Can seldom relate
To this hatred, true.
What joy they may find
In like-minds entwined
Is hope-
Hope!
Hope finds a way.

[Monty glances away, demure as the music goes softer.]

I do not pretend to know all your heart
We've only just met,
But I think it's a start.
There's wonder and magic
In a world so tragic
But Temp~est, I think it's a start.

[The music finishes out for another few bars before Monty carries on as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.]

My mother was with me until a few years ago. It must have been very difficult for you without your mother or father.