The Rhapsodist delivers a provocative and highly agitating (thereby making it mirthless) thought from a demon named "Dark'sArts". This is not a thought you really wanted to have, let alone pose to the Rhapsodist.
Actually, now that you think about it, the Rhapsodist herself must be getting cheeky with you, because if she's the one telling you to ask if she's single... does she WANT you to ask if she's single?? Oh no. The social implications of this are dizzying, and you are just a simple jester with minimal romantic experience.
You want to crush this thought, but you can't. You blurt out half of the question, then at the last minute, make a nice save by starting directly into the eyes of the HAWK TUAH BUST, causing you to explode into manic laughter which nearly dislocates your jaw. The crisis has been averted and you quickly resume your meek stature as a themcel wallflower who would never pose such questions to a powerful and sexy interstellar muse.