An intentionally loaded question, of course, and Victor had to fight to keep the glint from his eyes. He relished in her step closer to him, and nodded. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," he said. The idea of skirting past the beach bums to a more isolated area was, clearly, a thing he found most appealing.
She was so beautiful; he found himself fighting his baser instincts each time he came into contact with her, trying to control the urges she provoked in him. It was more difficult than he could imagine. And when he saw her melancholy, all he wanted to do was see her smile again, cheer her up and make her feel better. So, he would play for her, his fingers artfully dancing across the lyre in an attempt to lift her spirits, and if he could at least do that, he would feel satisfied.