Private Meetings and Races

He'd chuckle. "Maybe next time," he'd glance at the violin, "I don't play for people often." Playing the violin was somewhat personal for him, so he didn't say it lightly for others. "Besides, I'm not that great at," he'd smile, "now, how about we do a few questions."

Aedan would motion for her follow him back to the kitchen/living room. "You seem mildly curious about me, and I have one or two questions about you," he'd take a seat and take a drink of his soda.

"As the host I'll go first," he'd look at her curiously. "Why come home with me?" he'd tilt his head, "you just met me, so why come?" It wasn't the first time he'd brought a girl home so soon, but it was usually under different circumstances.

He'd chuckle. "With enough practice you'd be playing circles around me," he did mean that, practice was key afterall, "and you can find some excellent teachers at the academy if you ever decide to try."

He'd snort and chuckle at her story. "Why a magazine?" he'd take a seat and motioned her to join him, "with the internet they could get all the images they could ever want." He'd take a sip of his soda as they talked.

"Ok, so, my room, what does it tell you about me?" he'd ask curiously, leaning back a bit. "Find out anything interesting?"