"I tried to," Regulus admitted as he settled himself down on the chaise again, settling in and making himself comfortable. His arms still were a bit sore, tender, but not the aching pain they had been before the Dark Lord had given him a potion to close the wounds.
He patted the space next to him and smiled again, in an adoring sort of way. "And I always love to hear you play." Regulus enjoyed music, although he didn't play any himself, except for a tiny bit of piano, from lessons when he was small that had never really gone anywhere. But there was no music better, in his opinion, than that which Rabastan played.