[elijah closes his eyes and listens for a time. ciro has a nice voice, he thinks — pleasant. deep in a way that is decidedly at odds with his gentle and admittedly cute appearance. it makes the immaculate leader adjust his head a little, such that his ear is pressed against the soothing rumble in ciro's chest.

...the melody itself, however, leaves a little to be desired. he snorts disdainfully when it is done.]

I know we're in the business of death, Ciro, but you don't have to listen to creepy music for ghosts.

[ciro hawes-crescenti sounds better, in elijah's opinion, but his relationships with his guardsmen aren't for others to see. he pulls back a little, but only to look into ciro's warm gaze.]

You're such a strange, eerie man.