" He had his back to Cass, his face resting against a carved cherub as he absentmindedly plucked various strings. Cass stared, watching the movement of his neck and back and shoulders: pieces of motion that were discrete, yet interconnected. She remembered his words from the graveyard. The human form, it’s a symphony. Tiny interlocking movements that join together in song.
“It’s about time,” he said, without turning around.
He turned slowly, then. The blue eyes. The crooked grin. Cass started to greet him, but her voice stuck in her throat. She reached out for the curlicue bottom of the stairway banister, gripping the bronze for a second, reminding herself that there were no feelings. No. Feelings. She flicked her eyes back up at him, felt her lips forming a smile independent of any command by her brain.
Falco cocked an eyebrow. “A beautiful woman who doesn’t speak. Every man’s dream.”
“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” Cass shot back. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” Or ever.
“I’d thought you might have learned that with me, you must expect the unexpected.” Falco got up from his seat in front of Agnese’s harp, and it was Cass’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Falco was wearing a flowing white chemise overlaid with an embroidered black and silver doublet and knee-length breeches. His hair still curled forward toward his face, but it looked sleeker than usual, as if he had attempted to tame it with some kind of paste.
“Why are you dressed like that?” she asked. “Are you going to Mass?” Not likely since Falco professed not to even believe in God. "

― Fiona Paul , Venom (Secrets of the Eternal Rose, #1)