*He doesn't turn around, just sits on the window seat, smoking his cigarette and looking out into the darkness while Kristoph plays.
He recognises the piece, although he doesn't recall the title nor the composer - Italian or Hungarian, he supposed - not one that he remembered hearing played in the Von Karma house, either way.
He glances over a couple of times, but Kristoph is lost in his playing, so he just smiles a little, returning his attention to the moonlit court outside. Somehow the music seems perfect for the wintry scene and he leans back against the wall, relaxing slightly as he listens.
When the last note has died away he waits for a few moments before he speaks, turning to Kristoph with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.*
I don't think even you are that good an actor, Kristoph.
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He recognises the piece, although he doesn't recall the title nor the composer - Italian or Hungarian, he supposed - not one that he remembered hearing played in the Von Karma house, either way.
He glances over a couple of times, but Kristoph is lost in his playing, so he just smiles a little, returning his attention to the moonlit court outside. Somehow the music seems perfect for the wintry scene and he leans back against the wall, relaxing slightly as he listens.
When the last note has died away he waits for a few moments before he speaks, turning to Kristoph with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.*
I don't think even you are that good an actor, Kristoph.