The music draws him in immediately. A placating effect taking him over as he sits and allows the notes to pass through him while Themis Elidibus plays. He has never been talented with the arts, and often finds himself amazed with those who seem to lend themselves to it easily.

He can feel some of the tension coiled in his body yet relax itself. Eyes slide closed, and when it finally ends he feels as though he's waking up from a restful sleep.

"You have quite the talent." He offers, feeling the statement is entirely underwhelming compared to the performance. He hopes that his countenance speaks more of his truth.