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*Xander sits down at a table to do a little people-watching. Normally not the kind of thing he goes in for-- but here, Milliways being what it is, he considers it an Olympic sport, if not an art form.

He grins and leans back in his chair. It's been a crazy week, that's for sure, what with meeting Death and Lucifer-- not to mention Meg, who falls under a category completely separate from the rest of humankind. Plus Pikachu, can't forget that little guy. All evil karaoke machines aside, things really aren't so bad here, after all.

Sadly, as often happens when people are happy and relaxed, Xander lets his guard down. He leans a little TOO far back in his seat, causing his chair to come crashing to the floor.*

AGH!

... I'm okay.

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Asmodean completely ignores the evil karaoke machine comment ~~good thing, mun would have had him belting out an eighties rock anthem (probably Bon Jovi)~~. Asmodean pulls his harp to the front of his body.

He began to playa somber ballad. A gloomy morose melody speaking of a love lost forever and the hopelessness of the heart. Asmodean poured feeling into the song, his face contorting slightly with emotion as he played. Beautiful and moving.

Asmodean glanced up with a sad smile as he finished.

*Xander finds himself getting a little sniffly at this song, despite the fact that if anything, he's just found love again. (Not to count his chickens. You never can tell with Anya.) The emotion on Asmodean's face, however, worries him a little.*

Yikes. I mean, that was really good, but ... are you having a bad night? Emotionally?

Asmodean has been having a bad century or two. He considers Xander cooly.

"I am no worse than on any other night."

Asmodean on a bad night is a sight to behold.

Oh.

Well, uh, can I get you a drink or something? For the song?

Asmodean looks disdainful.

"I do not accept payment for my music. To do so diminishes its artistic merit."

He was in quiet denial of his paranoia about eating and drinking in front of other people.

*Xander shrugs good-naturedly.* Okay. Wouldn't want to seem ungrateful is all. You know, "Sing, monkey, sing!" doesn't strike me as very polite.

Asmodean shrugged. His voice still cool.

"I suppose."

*This guy is making Xander really uneasy.*

Oh, uh, I never caught your name. Which is another politeness thing, you know, with the asking of names.

Asmodean gave a slight start.

"Please excuse my manners. May I request your name?"

He paused.

"Please address me as Jasin Natael."

I'm Xander Harris. *He smiles.* It's no problem. I was really kinda referring to myself. Good to meet you, Jasin Natael.

Do you play here a lot? I don't think I've seen you.

Asmodean shrugged.

"I have been here for some time. I am wherever a willing audience may be found."

*Xander nods.* Good stuff.

But if you don't accept money, doesn't this venue get a little pricey? I mean, for meal-buying and all that?

Asmodean shrugs.

"I simply do without food in order to keep the tab to a minimum."

*Xander blinks.*

Well, that's a way to go, I guess. Whatever pays the bills.

... So where are you from, exactly? You seem like a couple hundred years in my past.

Asmodean paused.

"I am from the world of the wheel."

*Xander blinks.*

Sorry, what?

Asmodean paused.

"I am from another world than your own."

*He nods.* Yep, most likely. My world is round, but it's also spherical.

Asmodean gave a withering look.

"The Wheel is a metaphyiscal ideal involving the reincarnation and reliving of history."

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