But he took a deep breath and very resolutely pushed that thought, the whole idea even, into a dark corner of his mind and tried his best not to think of it for now.
"What matters?" He asked again and Xaloc smiled.
"Lovers Privileges. I want to join you and Christina when you visit Birka and I wish to enter the sunroom."
Xaloc had only entered the sunroom once, the day that he woke up in the house after the fight with Monica, he could still remember the picture on the canvas.
It was a very beautiful painting. It was a picture of a boy holding a basketball with one hand. The details are subtle and his finger joints were flexible and elegant. His other hand was holding the fold of his shirt as if to wipe his face, revealing a black bird tattoo on his stomach.
His face was that of an aggressive beauty, as sharp as a sword but his eyes were mournful, hiding a look of melancholy in their depths.
