"Alastor what're you doing here?" Charlie seemed more uneasy than Alastor was expecting. He had intruded on her in her room before, so what made this any different? He noticed that Charlie had gotten up and put distance between herself and her piano.

"I never realized you were a pianist." Alastor chose to ignore her question, partly because he didn't really know the answer himself. He simply followed the music and it led him here. He had no intention of being caught but Alastor was nothing if not adaptable.

"Oh. Um I'm not, really." Charlie avoided eye contact, staring at the ground while holding her arms. Alastor strolled over to the piano and took a seat, much to Charlie's surprise. He leaned his microphone against her bedframe and began to tap different keys, seeing how in tune the instrument was. Perfectly pitched, Alastor mentally noted.

"For someone who isn't a pianist, you certainly know how to keep a perfectly tuned instrument." Alastor mused. He noticed a slight shade of red creep up Charlie's neck, but left as quickly as it came.

"Thanks, I guess." Charlie took baby steps to approach the other side of the bench where Alastor purposefully left plenty of room. She carefully took a seat next to him, her hands folded in her lap.

"So what's made you decide to lullaby the hotel?" Alastor began to piece more keys together, sounding more like a melody rather than a string of random notes. Charlie watched as his slender claws traveled up and down the piano keys, almost as if the piano was a part of him.

"Was I being too loud?" Charlie was clearly timid at the idea of her music being traveled through the hotel halls. She didn't mean to disturb anyone. Alastor let out a dark chuckle.

"On the contrary, if it were up to me I would have you playing even louder, my dear." With that statement, he himself began to play more loudly. More bold.

"I'm just...stressed I suppose." Charlie tossed around the idea if she could possibly play with Alastor. The music he was playing was simple enough that she could easily contribute a harmonizing part. Her fingers almost began to itch with need.

"Whatever for? The hotel is running smoothly, your exercises have somewhat improved from the childish ones they were originally, and no Exorcists have been banging on our door as of recently. I'd say everything's been a success so far." Alastor continued to play, his mind slowly being enveloped in the music. Before he knew it, his music turned from classical to something more bluesy. Charlie cut her eyes to Alastor and noticed that he was beginning to get lost in his own music himself.

Instead of answering him, she finally gave into her temptation and started to play with him. She noticed a slight pause from Alastor, a nanosecond really. If you weren't a piano player, then you probably wouldn't have caught it. Alastor recovered and continued to play, letting Charlie harmonize with him. Charlie recognized this song from years and years ago. There were some blues players that landed themselves into Hell and she remembered hearing them play this melody in a bar. She fell in love with the sound of it and how it melted in the air like butter. She also remembered a woman with them that was actually singing along. Charlie could barely remember the lyrics..

"There is a house in New Orleans. They call it the Rising Sun." Charlie sung quietly. She didn't think Alastor would even notice the new addition to their music but he certainly did. His eyes opened and looked right at her, his fingers never stopped moving. Charlie stopped singing, fearing that she was just ruining the music. To her surprise, Alastor nodded as if he was telling her to continue.

"And it's been a ruin of many poor boy... and God I know I'm one.." Charlie sang a little louder, letting her voice melt with the music, her voice reverberating off her bedroom walls. Alastor's grin seemed to get a bit bigger as he threw in some 'ahh's and some 'ooh's. Before Charlie knew it, they were basically performing a concert right there in her bedroom. She was sure that everyone in the hotel could hear them, but at that moment she really didn't care. She looked over at Alastor and for the first time since she's known him, she saw a little bit of the man beneath the Overlord. A sinner who at one point had a life and a family, maybe even friends. Charlie always saw Alastor as this powerful demon that she had to remind herself that he was at one point human. She smiled as she continued singing along with the melody. The song ended all too soon and she felt Alastor's gaze on her.

"How do you know that song?" Alastor asked. Charlie noticed something different about his voice. His radio filter was gone. She was actually hearing his actual voice right now. It was higher pitched compared to the typical lower register of a man's voice, but still had a classy tone with it. It sounded a lot less menacing than usual.

"Oh! I uh heard it many years ago. I was obsessed with it for a while but I haven't really played it recently." Charlie suddenly became very self conscious. Alastor was looking at her like she was framed art in a museum, a specimen that he was trying to figure out what species she belonged to.

"Well might I say, for someone who hasn't played it recently, you sounded simply divine." Alastor complimented, his fingers resting gently on the keys. Charlie felt her already pink cheeks grow pinker, not expecting such praise from the Radio demon himself. Almost as if he remembered where he was and who he was with, Alastor gave his head a gentle shake.

"You should play for the hotel guests!" His radio tone was back and Charlie had to stop herself from groaning sadly.

"Oh I don't think I'm that good, Alastor. I play the piano to calm my nerves. I never play for an audience. I would probably be awful." Charlie played with her fingers nervously. Her piano playing had never really been public knowledge, aside from her parents and Vaggie. Since the hotel was up and running, she never really had to play piano to calm herself down because she always had her girlfriend. Now that she didn't have her anymore, her options were dwindled down to her original pacifier.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but you played for me just now and you were brilliant!" Alastor pointed this out and Charlie raised her head in realization. She did just play for Alastor! Actually..

"Actually I played with you, Alastor." She said gently. Alastor shooed her with his head and stood up abruptly from the bench.

"Oh please, you would've been just as great without my contribution." He grabbed his microphone and began to walk toward the door to take his leave.

"How about a deal, then?" Charlie called out, standing up so quickly that the bench let out a scraping sound. Alastor stopped in his tracks, turning his head around like an owl.

"Oh, Charlie. How the tables have turned." Alastor turned his body back around and strolled back over to where Charlie stood. Charlie had her hands on her hips and Alastor hated to admit it, but she looked like a true vision.

"I will play my piano for the hotel." Charlie stated, Alastor cocking his head slightly waiting for the catch.

"Only if you play with me."