She smiled, touched, when he kissed her hand and brushed her hair behind her ear with the hand he wasn't holding. Then, slipping out of her coat, she said,
"I'd really love that actually," Euterpe told him, drawing out the marillenknödel and setting them on the empty bag. "With you, Haydn and Mozart all in the city, I've been craving Viennese cuisine madly."
Euterpe still tried to look at Lugwig when she was speaking to him, unsure of how much he was reading her lips. "I'm good, yes. I've been lending myself out as a session musician. It's the sort of thing I enjoy: getting the play the music but not getting any attention for it. Things go less smoothly when I start drawing attention from mortals." She grinned brightly then: "And you, Lugwig?"