Standing, Solipsis begins to speak, but stops suddenly, as Melody begins playing on her flute.  He waits respectfully for a few moments, listening to the lovely music, before he speaks in a low undertone, pitched so as not to disturb.  "I will sleep in the guest bed, then, if no one objects.  I will only take half, if someone wishes the other; it sounds as though it is always more luxurious than what I am accustomed to."  Indeed, even before they were destroyed and enslaved, his tribe had often had to make do with tight quarters.  As an enslaved people, they often had even less space to call their own.<br/><br/>He waits only a moment before heading off to the guest room, a brief nod his only farewell.