"No." The Balladeer shakes his head, expression earnest. If he's aware that any of her growing discomfort is due to him, he isn't showing it. He's just glad that his point is finally coming across. It's not a fun thing to know, but she needs to; the only reason he hasn't tried to spread the word more is because he still isn't exactly sure what the word is. He just knows enough to not want his friends getting too close to the man.

"It's..." He sucks in a breath through his teeth. "It's simple, really. I've heard lots of things like it before. The songs I hear are usually...fun." You know. They're murder ballads. Not bad songs in and of themselves, the sound is fine, but the subject matter is never going to be anything other than death. "But this is...right."

The vague horror with which he says that could have been comical.