He refilled their wine glasses and then took his seat. He offered her the serving fork for the platter of chicken and vegetables and then served the salad into their salad bowls. The food served as a point of focus as he tried to sort through his impressions and separate them from the haunting melodies that more and more frequently threatened not just to color but to take over his thoughts.
He finally smiled at her, "But even my impressions would be telling, wouldn't they? At least you would see them as such... so I'm still under scrutiny, am I not?" His tone was amused and almost defeated. "Still, I promised to behave myself... So, I'll tell you that I think your sister might be as uncomfortable as I am when it comes to talking about herself in response to direct questions. So go easy with her when you see her again, okay?"