The Rider gives Yrael a sardonic look and raises an eyebrow.

Very well, he seems to be saying. You know I would not stop you from playing anyhow. Watch yourself, though. But, you always do.

After another several minutes of listening, the Rider rises, not wishing to disturb the music, he merely bows to both Yrael and to Asar-Suti, he makes his way upstairs with his new book.