"Deer aren't pets, no," Fabrice says. "They live in the woods. We do have some down at the zoo, though. If you ever feel like visiting."

"Those are the best kinds of songs, too," he adds. "Soft."

He can sense Bach's obvious discomfort; he doesn't blame him, considering how he must look, let alone to anyone who doesn't understand magic and the fact that he's been cursed.