"Of course I am. One, I like the sound of your voice, and two it means learning more about you," he said, not denying in the least that he had motives. Not bad motives, but motives nonetheless.

Yet he listened, slowing his gait and not caring where they were walking towards. He didn't care about where, it was the company that had his attention.

The music swelled around them, the lighting changed and Josef chuckled, shaking his head at the aliens and their games. He wasn't sure the point of this but he would take it any day over ships and sunlight and hamsters.

"When I was a boy, music was very set to a certain mood. The ensembles for dancing and parties for the rich. The bawdy tales of the sea from sailors. The work songs of the people. Such like that. What I knew was dance. Formal and intense and careful dance steps that I was trained in as a boy." And he still hated them.

"Then, on the ships, I learned all the songs of the sea, but as the man in command, it was not my place to sing them. Not in taverns nor on the deck. By the time I was in a position where music was more than merely listening or formal dance, it was synthesized," he said, considering the word. "Created by computers like the tablets. Didn't listen to it much. Aggravated some of those that worked for me when I didn't allow them to play it without headphones."