Jeremy was taken by surprise as Misa laid her head upon his shoulder. His own hands moving down to wrap around her lower back to keep her close. the soft sent of her skin, and hair wafting just underneath his noses had a relaxing effect on him, and he softly began to hum along with the new slow tune. It was a strangely similar tune to a song that Jeremy knew. It was one of the brass discs for the Music box he was restoring in his Quarters. So as he hummed, soon he began to sing as well. The words were soft, barely above a whisper as they started  to float aroud Misa's ear.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Hold me close and hold me fast<br/>The magic spell you cast<br/>This is la vie en rose<br/><br/>When you kiss me, heaven sighs<br/>And though I close my eyes<br/>I see la vie en rose<br/><br/>When you press me to your heart<br/>I'm in a world apart<br/>A world where roses bloom<br/><br/>And when you speak, angels sing from above<br/>Everyday words seem to turn<br/>Into love songs<br/><br/>Give your heart and soul to me<br/>And life will always be<br/>La vie en rose</em></div>