The sounds and notes of piano soothed his inner Demon, it was a secret weakness. It always had been a weakness, though looking to her the male sighed and watched the dance of twirls. Could the man dance, slowly but not quite. Only dance he knew was one his Demon knew, it was a slow dance and he could never remember what it was called. Soon as the singing came he blinked and sighed, "I've never heard people sing to piano..." he didn't not, not like it but he was unsure of it. He loved piano, but just piano save for a few songs that had a different kind of singing. Spectre then began to watch her till she stopped and handed him a bowl. The red masses he had for eyes looked to the bowl before up at her and he waved his wrist.Â<br/><br/>Six eggs circled the bowl before he reached up and took one, he tossed it a inch upward and caught it. A slight tap sounded and the egg was pried open by his clawed fingers, the yoke dropped into the bowl with a plop. He did this five more times before sending the shells into the garbage can and pushed the bowl to her before going to wash his nails, "Any thing else Ame-Amelia?" he asked quietly before fiddling with her hair.Â