Kersen's smile widened. "I do, actually," he said. "It might not be fancy, but familiar enough I can probably muddle my way through it... you wait just here."

He reached out and patted Aaron's cheek gently and then got to his feet and went back over to the piano. He waited until the song ended and then tapped the pianist on the shoulder, letting him off for a minute. Kersen slid onto the bench so that he could play.

He'd been playing long enough and had enough practice at this sort of thing that he could pick out the melody without having practiced. The improvisation wasn't fancy, but it was enough that he could sing the song acoustic, with his own accompaniment. He sang it slow, like an old love song rather than the new wave eighties character of the original. "Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue... It's no problem of mine, but it's a problem I find..."