Alright. That had clearly been the wrong question, Theodore thought, though he now understood why Astoria had wished him luck. He would need it, if he was to ever succeed in hearing her play.
As she left the room, he set down his tea and quickly followed, catching up with her, his hand immediately going to her left forearm, to stop her from walking away, and then pulling her toward him. "Wrong question," he said calmly, his eyes searching hers.