"Well," Seivarden said. "What's your favourite song?"

"You don't know any of the songs I like," Seivarden protested with a laugh before Lucifer started playing. She feel silent, just listened and watched his hands moving across the keys, and enjoying the closeness.

"I'll sing you one sometime," Seivarden said. "I know a few, I promise."

She added:

"But not in public."

"I liked that song," Seivarden said when it ended. She did, although half of it was about sitting close, listening and watching Lucifer play.

She reached for her drink.

"I should show you a Radchaai entertainment some time," Seivarden said. "There are usually a few songs in them that get really popular."

"Hopefully it would be possible to watch them at your place," Seivarden said.

She had a basement apartment.

"I'll suggest something."

She added, after a brief pause: "I don't think you would like watching it at my place. You know, the cat."

Also, basement apartmentSh had been raised to be a snob after all.

"My place... I just took it over from someone else."

Quickly latching on to the new subject that had showed up, she continued: "Oh? Whose child?"

"I'm quite sure she didn't shed white fur. What was the kid like?"

Lucifer didn't come across like someone who liked kids, but as he was often evasive about details about his life that didn't involve his family being terrible, Seivarden was curious.

"That sounds like a kid," Seivarden said with a grin. "That's what makes you love them."

She added: "Anyway, your place is a lot more comfortable. Do you know if you get entertainments from other universes?"

"Not really," Seivarden said. "Usually you just get anything you want through your implants, depending on where you are, or to some kind of screen if you want to watch it together."

She added: "I have Netflix too."

"Most of it is terrible," Seivarden said. 'Although it's a good way to learn about this planet, I suppose."