The laugh enchants him, so different from anything he'd ever witnessed during the intensity and chaos of the war. It's the General's words that truly catch his attention, though. The idea that the Fox General could have had something as normal and relatable as a brother. An older brother, just like him.

"You... have an older brother?" he asks, suddenly riveted, fascinated even more than by the General's sinuous movements on the dance floor or that flash of tongue. Enough that he even forgets the reflexive sir that a lifetime of conditioning had trained into him.