Tamsy never really thought he'd find himself indulging someone in long hours of small talk about their Vital Instrument. Let alone with a partner, something Tamsy thought he would never have. Not in his mortal lifetime, at least.

But here you were. He was sitting with you on your bed while you swung your deactivated vital instrument around in your fingers. He would have been scared for his life if you weren't always so gentle around him.

Tamsy nodded as you spoke. "And your vital instrument... you got it how?" he asked you with his smooth voice. He always had this slight transcontinental accent, which you thought made him sound like a princess.