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"Yeah. I haven't properly for a while, but knights're usually taught something like that, singing or music or whatever, and the tutors said I had a good voice, so..."

He shrugs. "I like it. It's relaxing."

He smiles at Alex.

"I'd like to hear that sometime. Maybe...maybe a little duet. Me on the piano and...you singing. If you give me the sheet music...I'm sure I could play any of that music you were talking about."

I like your voice.

A smile. "Sure, if you like. I'm sure Bar can get me some sheet music. I could probably write it out from memory, but it'd just be the melody, not the contrasting harmony, so... if Bar can't get it for us, maybe Alanna would, next time she goes to Tortall."

Tortall hasn't been home for Alex for a long time. Nick is home now.

"That would be nice. I...I like doing things with you, Alex."

Besides sex...not that I don't heartily enjoy the sex.

A smirk crosses his face.

"Like how we kept saying we'd spar a little?"

He frowns suddenly.

"The piano's down here... could we do it some time when there weren't a lot of people around? I never got used to singing for an audience..."

He chuckles softly. "We will, eventually, I'm sure. Join in my practice next time. I do practice every day."

He laughs.

"Ah, but that's...usually when I'm off comforting Charlie and ambushing David and...doing all sorts of nonsense that makes you blink when you come downstairs."

A theatrical hand to his forehead.

"However shall I do without such things?"

"I could always change my practice time, you know. I'm not that much a creature of habit."

He grins and sends a rather interesting image across the bloodlink.

"Or I could bribe you."

Nick grins.

"That's an idea. I suppose."

A sly grin.

Alex looks innocent and sips his tea. ~~And does not send another image, of course not.~~

Nick sips his own drink, looks down to his book, and starts to work again.

~~And he definitely doesn't send him a full color, sound, taste feel rendition of last night. Nope.~~

He looks back to his book, humming, and after a while starts to sing, very softly.

"I walked alone in foggy dew
Just me and my memories
A voice out seaward beckons thru
A whistle of love for me, for me
A whistle of love for me..."

"Tot jorn melhur e esmeri
quar la gensor am e coli
del mon, so'us dic en apert:
sieu so del pe tro qu'al cima
e si tot venta'ill freg'aura,
l'amor qu'ins el cor mi pleu
mi ten caut on plus iverna."*

He's still working, smiling, and flicking a look to Alex every few seconds.

*translation here (http://www.cam.org/~malcova/troubadours/arnaut_daniel/arnaut_daniel_04.php)...

"That's very pretty. What language is it?"

He grins.

"Provencal. Ancient, really, but I've got a love of Daniel's work that I can't seem to shake. They were songs my mother would sing to me, ones she'd loved."

He ducks his head, smiling at Alex.

"I'm probably one of the only people to still know the melody. They were written down but...the actual music for the songs has been lost, unfortunately. Only...old fossils like myself still know them."

"It's beautiful. Reminds me of the songs of the Bazhir."

He grins and tilts his head a little, baring the bitemark for a brief instant.

"You're certainly active, for an 'old fossil'..."

He nods.

"I've always loved it. It's...much closer to the french of my youth than the modern French, really."

He smiles at Alex then, reaching across to ghost a hand over the mark.

"And I suppose I am but...maybe it's all the young blood."

A slight shiver as Nick touches the mark.

"You're welcome to the young blood whenever you feel like it..."

Not every night, you know. I love you. It would be dangerous...

But he keeps his finger upon the mark, sliding along it gently before looking to Alex.

"You...really don't mind my mark on you? And...."

Now he looks sheepish again.

"Well, I'm sorry about the bruises."

I know. I love you, too.

He smiles, taking Nick's hand and kissing the knuckles.

"I like your mark on me. And I don't mind the bruises."

He laughs, a little nervous.

"I...I didn't mean to. I was a little...well, out of it by that point. I'll be more careful next time."

"I wasn't exactly protesting. I, uh..." he blushes, looking away. "I sort of like it that way."

He blinks.

"What?"

Alex headtables.

I kind of get off on pain, Nick... not a significant amount, obviously, but a little, like the biting, and the amount it takes to bruise, like my wrists...

Feardoubtapprehension echoes in the bloodlink.

And Nick's hands slide lovingly, carefully along the back of his head, petting and stroking.

Alex? I'm a vampire...that's...that sort of thing is sort of standard. We're a little too strong to...manage to make it through such things without a little pain. I've been...holding back because I didn't want to hurt you.

Lovecomfortunderstandinglustaffection echoes right back.

You don't have to worry about holding back, really... I've got a high pain threshold, higher than most people. And I do enjoy it. Other things too, but pain's a part of it.