bach's toccata and fugue in D minor (dialogue)

“You play beautifully,” Sophia whispered as the last note faded.

The Inspector’s fingers gently lifted from the ivory keys and settled in his lap. “Thank you.” He didn’t look up.

“Have you classical training?” she inquired, shifting on the bench to get closer to him under the pretense of straightening her skirt.

He shook his head. “My mother taught lessons. I was bound to pick up a few things.”

"A few?" she laughed airily. "I'd certainly say it was more than a few... Tell me, Inspector: Have you ever dreamt of playing professionally? I dare say you'd fare better as a musician than as an officer of the law, what with your talent. "

He shook his head again. "I only play for private parties." A small smile graced his lips. "Besides, I have many talents. I happen to enjoy my current profession and there's always work to be done."

Sophia snorted. "Yes, work to be done, papers to be notarized, bodies to be examined..." She suddered despite her flippancy.

The Inspector shrugged and raised his hands once more to the keyboard, but only to pull down the rosewood cover.

“That piece..." Sophia began, "what was it? It sounded somehow familiar, but I know it couldn’t have been: I’ve never heard anything so beautiful before, or surely I would have remembered it.”

"Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor. It's one of my favourites." He gave her a rare smile.

She blushed. "I think it's one of my favourites too..."