Surprise had rocked through Euan as warm hands touched his jaw, a sign of gentleness. Euan's eyes turning soft at the touch. Taking all  of what Song was telling him, he looked around the room and then back to her face. "The floor is more familiar" he say's. Inside Euan chuckled at her reasoning if only all people were like her, maybe there would be no cruelty in their world. With her touch on his back goosebumps raised at her touch, not use to such gentleness. A shiver raced through him, but Euan had not minded the sensation.<br/><br/><br/>A sliver of light had finally broke out into his world. Song continued to speak, Euan listened but what she spoke confused him.<span style="font-style: italic">"A dancer, him?"</span>Surely not, he was too skittish and clumsy. His old Mistress' words echoing in his mind. But these things he did not mention to Song. Euan only nodded at her words as spoke of what he was to become. The thought still amazed him and scared him. But the scent of oils an Song's touched erased any thoughts at first he shuddered his head hanging down but soon he began to respond to her movement's. Soothing and soft, the light scrape of the comb through his hair. Again more instruction's he nodded her action's making him drowsy. But as his eyes began to grow heavy her voice bringing him back to the world of the awake he heard her words<span style="font-style: italic">"Never cry on stage."</span>her last words sticking to something in him. What it was he wasn't sure. "Thank you Mistress" he said peering up at her through his pale locks. "I will give you all I have, an make myself worthy of your kindness and mercy" said rising to his feet. Bowing in respect and reverence to her, as he had leaned forward he had noted he was taller the Song. It gave her a delicate air, as he stood there still his face down he smiled. He was beginning to feel alive and he reveled in it.