Theo was grateful that Daphne wouldn’t pressure him to get up there and sing, as it was more that he wasn’t exactly a fan of drawing attention to himself instead of an inability to sing. “Thank you,” he said, smiling as she kissed his cheek reassuringly. “Maybe some of the others will want to get up there and sing, too - you never know. I might be able to manage it if there was a group up there. I could always just sway in the background,” he teased.
“I hardly doubt I’d have to twist her arm much about keeping you entertained. Don’t be surprised if she corners you if you go wandering off on your own. She means well, she’s just a little...overly enthusiastic.” Theodore pretended to pout, “But I have to get my beauty rest for tomorrow, Daph. Can’t go traipsing across Europe looking less than fabulous.”
He smiled at Daphne, nodding his head and giving her hand a light squeeze, “She would have liked to have met you, too.” He had long since come to terms with the loss, but he still missed her from time to time.
They’d reached his room again and Theo turned the knob, holding the door open for Daphne. “After you, m’dear.” His room was spacious and richly decorated - the tapestries, fabrics, and furniture going along with the themes for the rest of the house. There was a built in bookshelf along one wall, filled with all sorts of books from different genres and varying subjects. The wall opposite from his fit-for-a-king four poster bed held a grand fireplace. A gigantic mobile of the galaxy - complete with magically lit stars and suns, orbiting planets and moons, and drifting asteroid belts and comets - floated effortlessly across the entire ceiling of his room and it lit the room enough to where any other lights were not needed.