[Shiro gives a shrug and a nod, still smiling loosely, willing to write down poems for Lance if the other paladin wants them. Thanks to his grandfather Shiro has more than is probably normal, or sane, memorized and ready to go at the drop of a hat. While Lance never struck him as a poetry jam kind of person - Shiro's more than willing to admit his teammate surprises him on a regular basis with things hidden in the depths of him. And then he snorts a laugh and only just remember not to rub his nose at the last second.]

Not a chance. I know nothing's safe from you lot. All my deepest, darkest secrets would be painted across the outside of the castle in a day if I did. [His shoulders relax a little and he reaches for his drink, eyes laughing. Shakes his head a little.] Besides, my grandfather was the poet. I can appreciate words but I can paint with them. You've got more talent with them than I do.