"It was Master Quincy's intent," Grace admitted, not without a measure of pride in the words. She was fortunate that her former master hadn't thought to detail the two cases of her disobedience in the records that he'd drawn up. She wasn't like to repeat them in front of Lord Carrick seeing as how Davina had been sold some time ago to another master, and the other vampire had sought to make a pretty penny off of her. He'd only noted as an afterthought that swift punishment had corrected any notion of rebellion in her early years. He'd omitted the most recent incident entirely. Grace had only misbehaved twice in her entire life, and she was quite sure she'd quelled such foolish notions completely at this point.
"Modern dance doesn't seem to carry any elegance of the older styles, does it?" she agreed genuinely with a sigh before lighting up the mention of further chance to play. "I would be happy to play for you any time, my lord. I take pride in my skill with it, and I do enjoy it as well. I find that carries into the music."
At his beckon, Grace moved closer without hesitation, looking up at him with a curious light in her eyes. She'd yet to truly learn what sort of use he would make of her other talents, and perhaps this would be a glimpse, a chance to learn. Her heartbeat quickened at the touch of his hand on her shoulder as it moved around to the back of her neck. Her eyes looked follow its trail before returning their inquisitive gaze to meet his.
"I should be very happy to provide you with an answer to that thought, my lord," she breathed quietly, her voice a note above a breathy whisper as the corners of her lips quirked up just slightly.