Francis' eyebrows shot upward when Gloriana told him she'd gotten Dietre a piano, so it was a good thing she'd clarified. He was quiet at length as she stuttered and raced through her explanation of why she'd gotten Dietre the present she had, why she wanted his help, and then apologized for the whole thing. All the while, he was trying to resist the urge to massage his temples.
"You want to do this Saturday?" he asked, unable to help sounding less-than-enthused about the whole thing. But Francis had already gone through the internal struggle of whether or not to be nice or blatantly mean to Dietre, and the former had won out. It was certainly his own brand of nice (considering he was avoiding Dietre even as he spoke to Glory), but at least it was something.