Domitian sat upon his bench before me, facing the opposite direction as he leaned against the ivory keys and pointed to a series of marks above each staff on the parchment. The same marks that had corresponded to the particular way in which a small section of music is to be played.. rather than the mere notes below them. I listened intently while leaning down over his shoulder from behind to better see. For I believe if I learn to read and write the music that I play, it will please him in no uncertain terms. I want to be the man's disciple.
"I want something more, Damos... complete possession." He played the notes just as they were written, forcing me to yield in ways which I have yearned to do for ever so long.
"I want you to need me as much as she needs me." This he whispered to me as he held me close and captive for those fleeting moments. "That is what pleases me."
