It wasn't unusual to find Jasper indoors, cleaning and tidying things technically below his professional station as a way to keep busy when the Hero monarch was away and not desiring his service. When he found himself alone, it wasn't unusual for him to sing as he did so.
"—A butcher boy I loved so well He courted me my life away but now with me, he will not stay. I wish my baby, it were born and on my arm-"
He hummed pleasantly, forgetting some of the words of the old Knotholian tune, as a priceless vase was delicately wiped down by his practiced hands. Quickly finished, he casually moved those hands to his hips to inspect his work, humming, nodding, before turning to exit the room and... well, find something else to do.
"—that the world may know, I died for love— Oh!"
Clearly startled and embarrassed to find himself being observed, the old man clutched his thrumming chest and stumbled backward, nearly bumping right into the beautiful work of art he'd just cleaned. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't realize you were there!" (Obviously. Well, now he understood why people complained about servants sneaking up on them all the time...) "Um, did you need anything or were you just... looking around?"

















