The singing almost made Cliffjumper wish he knew what it meant, but only almost. While he did believe in Primus, and while this was quite... nice? it all seemed so very overdone for something that could be done in private and quietly.

Of course, right here and now this was being done in private, but that was due to necessity, not as par of the course, especially considering what Mirage had told him in the washracks and what he did know of the holiday ceremonies.

And so, nasal ridge scrunched up a little as he thought and helm tilted as he listened to the singing, still feeling like squirming because the slagging singing was getting to his sensory horns even with dialing down the sensitivity, Cliffjumper missed Mirage's stare.

Or rather, what it might mean.

All he caught was Mirage's slight turn and his optics, lambent like sunlight in the dim lighting of the room, sweeping briefly across him.

Yeah, whatever I'm still here. Cliffjumper managed to not grimace at the noble though as that thought cross his mind, mostly because he didn't want to interrupt, again.

At least not yet.