Adrienne smiled gently toward the cat, now sound asleep in his basket, knowing that following that rule wouldn't be a problem whatsoever. It touched her that such a dangerous, sometimes cruel man like Kaz was so incredibly fond of the little creature. She wondered what kind of heartless fools had even entertained testing that rule, given it meant harming the innocent little thing and also the result was Kaz's wrath.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him when he mentioned having the silk she'd selected made into something for her to wear.
"That would be lovely," she said softly, her voice as like a song as ever in all its natural intonation and allure. At his haughty command, Adrienne smirked a little and gracefully rose from the edge of the bed, moving toward the harp across the room that he'd indicated. Adrienne found that she could rely on Kaz to treat her in one constant fashion, whether she was a human woman or a goddess.
At his statement revolving around the pirates' anthem, she paused, looking over her shoulder with surprise plain on her face before shaking off the strange flattered sensation that crept through her and stepping forward again.
Smoothing her hair back from her face as she sat down on the accompanying stool and carefully tilted the harp back to rest against her right shoulder, she sat for a short moment, thinking through all the symphonies and songs she had both learned and composed, herself, for one that she felt would catch his ear. She kept the polished surface away from the soft, ripped skin of her neck to both save herself some pain and to keep the harp in perfect condition. It looked like it had never been touched.
Her ocean's eyes skimmed the strings along with her fingertips as she warmed up her hands, finally zeroing in on a particular melody she had composed herself while stowing away in the hull of a French merchant's ship perhaps forty years ago. Their inventory had consisted mostly of instruments and she'd tried out all of them, seeing as by then she'd known how to play most every instrument. For the most part, anyway. She soon began to play her sweeping, soothing
lullaby, leaning her cheek against the polished pad of the harp at her shoulder as she listened to her own music swirl forth to gently fill the cabin.