“I am being very sneaky, as I crouch beside this wall. I am barely making noise — except for singing this at all.”
A magical lute that grants flight… but only while singing. An operatic baritone that echoes through the manor. A “very subtle infiltration” that involves belting “FLY!” at full volume while guards gather below with crossbows.
“This is still a stealth mission. I am being very quiet. Even though this chorus suggests otherwise — IGNORE IT.”
The perfect closer: our hero floating past windows, apologetically singing guards into weakness (“I didn’t write the rules, my friend”), and realizing perhaps he should have learned a spell that wasn’t quite so self-incriminating.
“Oh. They’re all looking up here now.”