"Hmmmm," Ronan pondered, nodding once more. He nodded a lot it seemed. He made this one extra dramatic just to shake things up. "Hmmm," he repeated. "This city sounds like my brother. He feeds off sin too and then he pukes it all up for the priest during confession."

Ronan's gaze intensified. Was there even a church here? He'd been attending Sunday Services with his brothers for his entire life. What would they do without him?

What will I do without them?

"Violin. That's really cool." Ronan adjusted himself in his chair, clearing his throat abrasively. "So, like, classical-stuff-violin? Or more like fiddle stuff? Oh... and no judgement, about, the, um, working in the Red Light District Thing."