C204 Réminiscences de Don Juan

"Okay then," Zellie nodded, taking a seat at the piano.

As his fingers made contact with the keys, Zellie closed his eyes, his expression serene like that of a devout Buddhist.

Luke observed Zellie's hands, noting how his fingers were pale and delicate, almost like those of a young woman, soft and supple.

The piano began to sing, and the room fell into a hushed silence