Re: adrian's place; dietre & hugh
Dietre would have bowed to the applause had there been enough room. As he couldn’t he just nodded and smiled, proud and deeply satisfied. He was aware that he was playing better than usual. It was because Hugh was there, of course, and he was happy and comfortable. Feeling good certainly did wonders, didn’t it?
“Yes, I waltzed once with Damian Wainright at a masquerade ball he threw for New Years, I believe.” A pause before he clarified, “Not one of the ones where Repose nonsense happens.” Strange how things had come to the point where one had to make that distinction.
“He said I was not terrible, which is high praise if you know how he is.” Damian seemed incapable of saying nice things, especially about Dietre. “It was just for one song, and I haven’t danced with anyone else… But I think a waltz would suit me best.” Anything requiring gyration of body parts was going to be a fail for him, he knew.
Dietre stood and slid back a panel in the front of the piano, revealing a large roll of white paper with patterns of small squares cut into it. “This is one of the rolls I told you about. When we’re ready I can set it to play so we’ll have something to dance to.”