Victor was rather sure he heard fireworks going off in his head. "Oh, that sounds wonderful to me," he said. In fact, it was more than wonderful; it was... better than he could have imagined. How could he argue with such a suggestion? He'd be a fool to!
Her fingers were soft, her touch pleasant, and as he looked up at her, taking her hands with a "thanks," he could see more. Her golden hair was now covered, and he played for her, on his instrument -- the one made for him by his younger, trickster brother -- trying to make her smile. He got up, blinking away the images, and just smiling at her.