Watching as the Lord took Evie back to the kitchen Cyril continued to play to not panic the sudden injury. His eyes moved across the room stopping for a brief moment upon each guest, her ladyship included, with passionate eyes as a light sheen of sweat began to arrive across his brow. Cyril was glad he could be of some entertainment for the night and with a bit of luck perhaps more. He began to move around the table playfully as he continued his tune looking over each person present, taking notice of the lovely ladies that could possibly join him tonight, paying close attention to their figure and giving each a warm felt smile as he passed. As he made his round of the table the song was nearly finished, reaching another crescendo his movements became fierce and filled with desire then the sound slowly began to fade as he ended on a calming and gentle chord. He took a bow once more before walking over to his jacket and removing the handkerchief, wiping the sweat off his brow. He paused for a moment then asked the table,<strong>"Does anyone have any requests?"</strong>he spoke looking for his next tune.