Aria didn't know this piece, but he listened carefully, soaking in the sounds. As he watched Morgan play it occurred to him exactly how fond he was of the man. He was undeniably handsome, he reminded him of a stallion - strong, bold, but also graceful in a way. He was a fine man, a magnificent one in fact. Aria owed him a lot, but he thought his liking of him ran deeper than that.

He realised he was staring and turned his eyes to his lap, smiling softly.