Circubit would be looking down from high ground, snapping his fingers and sending waves of music below that would slowly control the masses below that heard what he was playing, before he noticed a presence.

Circubit would turn around, looking at you with a rather interested grin, his music note for a eye gazing into your eyes.

"Well, hello there."

Circubit's voice was poetic, very significantly breathy and a tinge of sultriness could be heard as per usual, but he didn't like you.