Euterpe beamed. In Ancient Greece she'd had a sort of glow about her, and right now was the closest she could have gotten to that. Hearing first hand accounts of people loving her music - even if it was just music she'd curated - brought Euterpe the purest delight. There was nothing better than bringing music to mankind, after all. It was her main purpose in life.
"Oh no," Euterpe fake pouted, putting on a voice as she reached out to poke him repeatedly and playfully in the sides. "Were you Mr Surly Saint to those people having fun? Were you a grumpy little boy?"