7“Song to mortals, of all things the sweetest,” the man in black says. He's grinning and spreading his arms.
Looking at him, the word magnetic comes to Aldo's mind. The stranger who's just strolled over to their table and introduced himself as Gappa Bale instantly comes across as one of those people who exude an aura that makes you sit up and pay attention. The natural charisma and presence of a skilled politician or fire-and-brimstone breathing preacher.
“Musaeus,” says Ross, smiling and pointing a finger at the man.
Bale smiles back at him. “You know your philosophy, Mr McArthur. Or Ross, if I may?”
Bale offers a long fingered hand and Ross shakes it, beaming like a wean on Christmas morning. He's got a weird accent, Aldo notices. Sort of Russian sounding, but not quite. His English
