"Are you talking about... Vicomte de Chagny?" he asked, glancing up at the Phantom with a bit of wonder. Wasn't that how the story went? She had loved the viscount who was a patron of the Palais Garnier. And they had left, together, a long time ago. Never really telling what happened those times the singer had vanished.

"I don't think that invalidates your feelings. Though I'm not sure I'm terribly fond of the room you kept her in. It's very... stifling." That was putting it delicately. It felt like a pretend room, like a place you might put something pretty. It was why Gansey still couldn't bring himself to really sleep in the bed.