[Honestly, there's so much enthusiasm that he's momentarily caught off-guard even though the reception has been positive across the board. The whole clapping and additional cheese routine just makes it worse, and he looks a little uncertain before he answers.]

Oh. It was a... lucky guess.

[That's what you usually say in situations like this, right?

Part of his confusion is also because he still doesn't entirely expect to learn sudden details about the person -- they are actual details, he thinks, even if there's sometimes no point of reference -- that they're imitating.]

... I guess I'm just still looking for ways to talk to the god here, in the chapel. [he probably should offer up an easier problem, but that's what's on his mind right now] Can we only do that through singing?