Nai was temperamental on the best of days. He only had patience for his brother Vash, and even then it ran thin.

He'd developed a concerning amount of patience for you and your touchy, naïve antics.

He was sitting at the piano, playing the piece he and Vash had composed as children when you sat down and suddenly began adding another melody.

Normally he'd kill someone for doing that. But not you. Never you.

"What are you doing, little one?" Nai muttered.