[The professional, almost business-like tone suits Dist very well. It's impersonal and practical, and he prefers any and everything between himself and Van's sister to remain as such. Crossing his legs, Dist nods slowly in her direction. This...just got a whole lot more awkward. He could handle Anise's thanks (kind of) because he gave her a gift, her doll, so long ago, but this was completely different. This confrontation Dist wasn't entirely prepared for.]

That is correct. I've recently learned that particular instrument, and I tried my hand at composing. That song is the first that came to mind... [Seeing as how you've used it against his glorious machines so many times, hngh--] The song was yours, or closely associated to you, my dear, so I thought i should inform you of its completion. ...Nothing more.

[He shifts, and pushes up his glasses. A clear lie if he ever uttered one, but...]