What a diligent, studious, busy man my lover is. [He places a soft kiss on his forehead.] You must allow me to change, but I would love to hear the song you've been working on... And wha is it you've asked Lord Hairrant to make?

[He heads towards his bed chamber at a slow stride. Lord Byron greets him by rubbing against his leg on the stair, nearly felling him. If not for his quick reflexes, he surely would have fallen. He tries to smooth that incident over immediately.]

Ah! The writing itself I find to be simple. The endless arguments we have about them is quite another.