Euterpe grinned at him at he entered and then reached out for his robe to pull him close, lifting the cup and the spoon off him. "Good morning," she said, holding the items in one hand as she kissed him.
Wolfgang didn't need to worry about her going off to other composers. She had been in love with Wolfgang since the first moment she'd met him - a moment that had meant nothing to him then and everything to her. That he was letting her remain close was more than she could have asked. She would have done anything for him.