Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
If he could make Hugh laugh then he was doing his job. It was a very foreign, but nice feeling, making someone laugh in a good way at something you said. Dietre didn’t consider himself a funny person, his sense of humor was underdeveloped and what did exist was rather dry. His smile widened at Hugh's reaction and he pretended to try to avoid being poked but he really didn’t put any effort into it. If Hugh wanted to touch him he wasn’t going to stop him. “Hmm…” He hummed, still teasing. “I think I won’t answer that.”
He nodded understandingly as Hugh explained his history with dance. “...My father wasn’t fond of my playing either.” Maybe if he had other interests his father wouldn’t have minded as much. No… that was giving his father too much credit. The piano was merely the icing on the cake of multiple disappointments that made up Henrich Abendroth’s son.
Dietre preferred not to talk about fathers, though, if the night was supposed to be about cheering anybody up. Wine was flowing freely through his blood, enough to loosen his tongue and to take a few peeks out of his reserved shell. Hugh proclaimed lifting a partner was the ultimate romantic gesture, which made Dietre let out that soft breath that seemed to be his way of laughing.
“Oh, I see… That explains my failures, then.” He could joke if he was the butt of it. “I’m going to have to start working out if I'm to be doing any lifting.”