Aren smiled at her, resting his hand on the bed next to her as she forced him down onto the bed. "Well," he said, thinking, "I don't really know. What do you want to know?" He rose from the bed, a thought crossing his mind. "Hey, do you like jazz?" He punched buttons on the keyboard on his computer, and within moments, the soft tones of Louis Armstrong had filled the room.<br/><br/>"Anyway," Aren said, turning and smiling at Keira, "What do you want to know about me? I'm an open book."