"Monsieur Kale! I mean, just Kale." He smiled softly at the man. Sometimes it felt good smiling, he didn't do it all that often. "I am glad you do. I want this to be a more intimate concert." Emile did not even realize how it words could be taken, he was obtuse to love and romance.
"Come and sit." There was a chair next to the piano that he had placed there. It was close enough to make Kale feel that he was apart of the music, but far enough back that he would not his ear would not ache from the music.