There was absolutely no helping the awed smile that eased its way further onto her lips as he spoke. To say that she was amazed was an understatement. But it wasn't so much his accomplishments that impressed her as much as the passion that he clearly had for playing. She had felt that way about singing for a long time, but she allowed it to fall by the wayside. It had been years since she'd sung at all. Every once in a very great while she had the urge to sing when she was alone, but she rarely ever indulged in it.
She was also just as.. shocked to hear him speak of his marriage. It was common knowledge among anyone who had been in the first wave of the resistence that Lucifer and Jasper had been married and that it had not ended well, but what he said to her then was more telling than anything she'd heard about it before. And the fact that Lucifer had spoken of always wanting to play, it just sort of.. hit home.
Then there was the part where she had to figure out some way to respond. This was where she, for all of her eloquence and grace in professional situations, lacked any skill whatsoever. Oddly though, she found herself just.. saying what she thought. "I only ever wanted to settle down, but it just.. didn't work out. The war was over and The Candidate was, well -- I chose my path," she said resolutely, shrugging a shoulder. "But I guess I never really stopped wanting to sing; I just got to a point where I.. didn't have it in me at the end of the day." Come to think of it, she didn't have much of anything in her at the end of the day anymore. Work consumed everything but sleep, and even then it sometimes won.
It was stange, to say the least, to be having this conversation at all, least of all with Lucifer; but at the same time it felt.. refreshing to say these thoughts out loud to another human being. Which, she found out to her surprise, Lucifer was after all. Looking over at Lucy, she gave him wan smile and quickly averted her gaze to nod at his suggestion and busied herself with fetching the bottle from the kitchen. When she returned, she poured them both another drink and tried to think of something that she really wanted to hear.
"Do you know Chopin's Nocturne?" She loved that piece. Her favorite was from Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet, but it didn't seem an appropriate request.