The dark skinned man shot the street tough blonde a playfully incredulous glance as she spoke of having an absence of the infernal in her life. "No demons? Really??" he asked in a tone touched by awe and friendly mockery as she played with her breath and the cold night air. His eyes sparkled with an almost hypnotic kind of mirth as his smile took on the hint of a sheepish quality as he failed to suppress some impulse and said, "then the Hosts off Heaven are missing one other number tonight as I'm blessed to be in the company of an Angel."<br/><br/>He moved in a bit as she slid closer to him when he offered her his device, chuckling deep in his cheast as she asked about what was to come. "Some things in life are better appreciated without prejudice,", he said in response to her question as he swept his thumb over the face of the device to get it to play the right selection. Almost as if the World was acknowledging the import of this moment, a hush came over the street as snowflakes danced through pools of streetlamp light as they fell to Earth and get clear blue eyes meet his dark ones.<br/><br/>Then the music began with its heavy, driving bass that pulsed through her body like a second heartbeat. Guitars screamed and a passion rich voice roared triumphantly, sounding a clarion call  to the deepest parts of her body and mind.<br/><br/>The song was like nothing she'd ever heard and yet it had a kind of electric rush to it, the sort of thing that happens at the best part of a concert of one's favorite band or in a club when the dj does everything right... Just as it was designed to do. The pitch, tones, rhythms and harmonies stimulated her cerebral cortex by eliciting a flood of adrenaline and norepinephrine from her system, making all thoughts and sensations of cold go away in an instant. Instead, replacing it with the urge to jump around, to move wildly and just surrender to the beat.<br/><br/>All those around them were oblivious to what was passing between the two of then. The young couple slipped into the cab that stopped for them and add the door closed they resolved which other places they'd be spending the night in. The bums in the alleyway got a fire going in a trashcan knowing no beat cop was leaving the warmth of the donut shop as it snowed. The Artist watched the blonde with his headphones in her ears with the eager attentiveness of a child whose sharing his new toy with his best friend hoping they'll find out as cool as he does. At the same time, there's a clear sighted, analytical quality in his gaze, as if he's working to measure the effects the music is having on her by all the little signs she might display on her face and in her body language.