It really was a shame Dione couldn't see, because by this point the bridge of Sascha's nose had turned an interesting shade of red, a rare sight in itself. Shit, he'd been caught. He must have gotten so caught up in the emotion of the song that he'd completely tuned out the rest of the world...dangerous business that, especially for someone who normally wouldn't be caught dead singing.

Dione didn't seem to mind his little faux pas, and he hesitated a few moments before he answered so that his embarrassment wouldn't trickle out through his voice. "Bonjour, Miss Dione. You're just the woman I've been waiting to see." Wait, was that actually a smile on her face? Ah, now that was more like it. Confidence restored by that particular observation, Sascha made a point of sliding to the far end of the bench, leaving just enough room for Dione to sit beside him...close beside him.

"Looks like we've got matching walking sticks now.” He retrieved his swordcane from its position propped up against the keys, laying it out of the way and smiling as he patted her hand.. “Don't be shy, pop a squat. There's plenty of room."