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Not a chance.
No way.
Too many times have you gone red in the ears and red in the face because a certain lovable louse hummed the tune of one of the old songs until it drilled its way into your head and <span class="mu-i">absolutely refused to leave</span>. You like singing. You have no talent for it. When a song gets stuck in the creases of your brain like that, though, the only way it will leave your head is through your mouth. And they always forget to bring the pitch and key you remembered with them, leaving them behind like a coat on a rack.
When the mood strikes you while working in your atelier, you can at least rest assured that no one can hear your wretched singing. Out in public - or out on the waters upon a boat built for two - you have a difficult decision to make. On one side, you can allow the song to sink deeper and deeper into your thoughts and let it fester inside of your mind, slowly driving you to madness. On the other side, you can relieve yourself of this torment by baring your shame to the world, allowing the naked lyrics to just prance out of your mouth, free spirited as a bird.
Knowing that when you do, that thrice accursed and most humiliating smile will soon find its way onto Bran's face, setting your face ablaze with shame just as surely as if he had seen you naked. Your own desires to show the man your naked body and entrust your maidenhood to him some day notwithstanding, <span class="mu-i">neither</span> outcome is ideal.
Of course Bran knows how you get with this sort of thing.
That's why he does it. He finds your reactions to his teasing <span class="mu-i">amusing</span>, and relishes every opportunity he gets to poke and prod you like this. Mercifully, he never does this when anyone else is around. The louse probably wants to hoard all of your embarrassment for himself, so he doesn't have to share it with anyone else. Which you appreciate, but it would be even better if he didn't tease you in the first place!
Bran plays <span class="mu-i">dirty</span>. He chose a particularly insidious ear worm to hum. The <span class="mu-i">Seer of the Sea</span> likes to crawl its way into the folds of your brain the moment it wriggled into your ear, plant itself right deep down there, and resist every attempt to yank it out by the roots. You can already feel it tickling at your mind, trying to worm its way inside of your head and cozy up against your thoughts. Like sand upon the beach, the harder you try to grab it and rip it out and away, the faster it slips from your hands.
The louse is trying to toy with you. Worse, because he knows you so well, it's <span class="mu-i">working</span>. There are certain things you know you could do to get right back at him and make <span class="mu-i">him</span> flustered, but you are not brave enough for that sort of thing just yet.
All the same, you absolutely refuse to give him the satisfaction.
You're not going to let him see your embarrassed face! And if he wanted to hear your off-key singing, he should have just <span class="mu-i">asked</span>!
