"Philip," he gave his name like an afterthought, too caught up in observing the world around him to focus much attention on what was currently leaving his lips or in what fashion it had done so. Instead he was attuned to the cadence of Steven's voice as he spoke and the way the music the man played wove around its easy timbre, the nimble hands that danced across the strings and made Philip's own fingers twitch with the inclination to mimic their fluid movements. Philip had never been one prone to stillness, and even under the thrall of Steven's aptitude as a musician, he was not so then, quickly accepting the invitation that had been made to move in further to the spacious apartment. His eyes roved around the room with obvious interest and delight, but his gaze never left Steven for long, always drawn back to watch the guitar as it was played.
"Say did you just move to Pax Letale?" Philip asked, and this may have been stating the obvious but he was too overjoyed to discover that they might share this thread of commonality. In his mind, Steven had already managed to climb to a position of respect and admiration on his talent alone, only furthered by the friendliness of his welcome. For Philip, at the moment, there was no one more awesome. "You know I only just came here a little while ago myself, though I really didn't bring half as much with me. You might say all I had was the shirt on my back. But I suppose it really wouldn't have been practical to take a lot, considering I had quite a ways to travel. Where did you end up moving from?"