He looks at her. Walking with her away from the club-bar. He looks at her. Hearing the music he felt something stirring. A life and light he often had to bury within himself. He looks at her. Inside was people. Older people. He looks at her. "I like this." he says softly. He looks at her. Rather puzzled by her words. Listening as she spoke of the gods. Gods he often studied in the dark. And in secret. He looks at her. And then at the music. Humming along to it. He felt the urge to play the pan flute within his pocket. He prefered it over the guitar he played normally. He smiles as he sees the people looking happy...truly happy. He looks at her. Nodding his head after she had said it in ancient greek. He had followed her onto the dance floor. At first the moves eluded him. It didn't take him long though before he mastered the moves. He felt alive. Like he was truly living. And like he was one with the music and the dance. He moved with her now with ease.