"Is THAT what it is? Am I experiencing your demonic charms as a feeling that I need to keep you safe? Has that ever happened before?"

"Pretty cool right?"

Notes and chords continued to jump between his fingers, weaving together and yet still completely distinct from each other.

"See I know that, like I KNOW you can't be hurt that easily. What I'm slightly more concerned about is the fact that I am, apparently, deeply afraid of you getting hurt at all...did you put somethin in my head? That compassion is usually reserved for people I've known much longer"

"Not so much frighten as concern. You're not the one doing the scaring in the nightmares. More often than not, something is taking or killing or messing you up, and that's what gets me...and I'm not entirely sure what that says about me"

"That...sounds...remarkably plausible if I'm being entirely honest. You've been the subject of at least three nightmares...and a few more dreams"

He cleared his throat with a forced cough, almost like he was trying to distract from what he just said.

"That...would be mine. How did you get into my house?"

That it certainly did...I'm still not sure how to properly thank you.

He nods, finally coming around to the final chorus, his voice resounding with newfound power.

"I said real! And make it timeless! An act of God, and nothing else will be accepted. So if you're calling me out!

...then count me out..."

I certainly do my best...demoness or otherwise, you deserve courtesy just as much as anyone else.

"Then maybe you should keep me around..."

He'd chuckle softly, swaying in time with the music and fire as he continued to sing.

"...Something real, and make it timeless...an act of God and nothing less will be accepted...so if you're calling me out...then count me out..."

( taking it in his, smiling softly )

Thank you...it's so very warm...exactly what I need on a night like this.

You say that, but there's a noticable lack of your hand in my hand.

"I'm glad you like it"

He continues to play. His strumming is soft, the notes dance in the air almost in time with the shadows cast by the fire, and amidst it all...he begins to sing.

"Despondent, distracted...you're vicious, and romantic...these are a few of my favorite things..."

It...did. It did...exquisite is definitely the right word

I wouldn't know