Lyle smiled and took that in. He wanted to remember everything about Dante. At the end of the night they'd go their separate ways and he really wanted to fall asleep to the handsome face again. Even if he had to close his eyes to see it. He let Dante's voice wash over him and warm him thoroughly.<br/><br/>"What about a song that means a lot to you?" Lyle asked softly, playing with Dante's fingers. They were soft yet calloused at the tips from years with his guitar. He turned his head to nuzzle Dante's hair affectionately. This man was the perfect company.