Hugh smiled at this, pleased, because he wanted to hear some of Dietre's music. He remembered what had been played at the musical last summer, but really that was most of it. He didn't know much about any of the rest of the type of music that Dietre enjoyed, and Hugh knew how much he thrilled when a friend showed up to see what he was good at with theatre, and it was an easy thing to offer.
"You're probably right," he nodded. "I'm sure if you play me some things I may know them, but not know enough to connect them." He added a little butter to the bread and paused for a moment as their wine was brought back, and then continued. "My Dad used to listen to classical music sometimes when he was home," and he paused there without saying more. He could go down a rabbit hole, and it wasn't a very nice one and he didn't really want to talk about unpleasant things and the topic of Isaac was bound to be unpleasant.
And besides, his lips turned up in a smile at the confession. He liked the idea that Dietre would show off with something he was good at and Hugh reached for the cup of wine taking a sip and nodding. "Did he not like it because it sounded impressive, or why didn't he like it?" Hugh knew very little about composers, and admittedly, thought of most of them as somewhat stodgy men in wigs, but this suggested someone with opinions and perhaps a bit of ego. "And yes, I do want - if it's not too much I mean."
If it were encouragement that Dietre needed to be assertive, then he was certainly going to get it. Hugh's eyes danced his pleasure. "I'd absolutely love to give you dance lessons. So, Chopin, and then waltzes. Do we even need the food?" He half raised his hand, speaking not loudly enough to be noted by anyone that mattered, as he laughed. "Check please."