Jira didn't lose focus until his song was at an end. He began tuning the lute as he mulled over the rhythm and rhyme necessary to respond to his... darling. As he focused on plucking the strings and testing their tightness, he responded to the girl beside him, his voice not so goofy but more soft with his diverted concentration. 

"Yeah, yeah,
This is where it is.
Some kind of adventure
Some kind of shiz. 
That dark dude
What brought us here, 
By chance just up 
and disappeared."

It almost just sounded more like a poem than a rap, but there was enough rhythm for it to pass. He turned his face, concealed by his mask, to the red haired merchant as he set his lute flat on his lap.

"I know your hair
Your voice
Your what and where, 
But I've yet to collect
The name 
Of my maiden so fair."