[He listens in a rare, fascinated silence, continuing to pluck his strings one the last have ended. He can't stop himself; it truly is taking all of his attention, how the sound moves so unnaturally through the hall, but in a way that, to the uneducated, may seem natural. There is no indication the magic works, yet clearly it does.

His smile is touched. He won't say it out loud -- gods forbid he share such fragile, true emotion with his taciturn friend -- but sharing this with Alucard makes it all the more special, he thinks. He wouldn't have even dreamed of working on something like this himself.]

Fascinating. They put so much bloody effort into this place, but left it to rot. I, assume, from its clear ties to Thorne. [He's certainly seen more of that attitude towards Thorne than he expected. He isn't sure how some of his songs will go, should he perform them for Cadens, but there's to hoping something will be brought out of it.] I don't suppose there's anything written of how, exactly, it was built? The, er... ritual in it?