The attention being off himself for a hot second half Kane relaxing and curious why in the world his husband didn’t paint if he did have a gift like his siblings claimed. Then again... who he was he to throw stones in his small glass house. The endearment was also something new and he wasn’t sure he would quite get used to it as it sounded a little too domestic. Not that he was about to correct the angel in front of everyone. They did have to make a showing that they were a solid and good union after all. It wasn’t terribly hard to answer the question though as he turned his eyes back to his husband and spoke. “I don’t really play anymore.” Flipping his words back at him as it was the truth.<br/><br/>It was true that it wasn’t often to find the supernatural with other talents but it had been his human side that thrived in that self expression. Purging it, cleansing it, and everything else well... had done its job and its damage. Kane felt himself better for it, “I’m surprised you remembered.” Kane said softly to his son still treading lightly as not to offend and his tone was light. Ryan’s smile grew wider, “Of course, whenever you would come to visit I remember demanding you play something and you were really quite good.” Ryan wasn’t going to add that it was one of the few times they felt they could really bond. “Maybe that’s the childhood memory talking though.”