"Of course you do...I've seen you in the middle of the creative process before." And she misses that sight, they way he'd sit at his desk, keyboard in front of him and guitar nearby, pen in hand...

As for her muse, this particular one was nearly as demanding as the artist he inspired. "This piece, it's all I can think about. It's all I want to do and the only thing I want to be with. Nothing else really matters. If I weren't so exhausted tonight, I'd probably still be working." She turns her head as she hears the tell tale approach of that cat again. "As it is, I'm being stalked by a furry menace that wants my pillow and my blood. Cats are vile, nasty little beasts, aren't they?"