Orpheus feels the shift in the room when whoever had sparked this wild frenzy of music and dance leaves. It sucks something from the space, and though the mortals seem not to notice, Orpheus glances up sharply, a momentary dip in the energy in his song making the whole room pause and catch a breath, maybe two, before he's back again, chasing the fleeting euphoria he'd felt as he let himself go into the music, released his careful control.

When the strange presence returns, he glances up sharply, hoping to spot whoever is responsible, but the room is dark and crowded, and the trance-like movements of the dancers too hypnotic to see through properly.

Since he can't find the source of it, he does the next best thing. Into the music, the steady, heavy beat, Orpheus twines a thread of pleading. Soft, barely noticeable in the overwhelming force of his song.

Stay.