Maybe he was finally getting used to this being social thing: meeting people, talking with them. Flint thought that might be taking it a bit too far. Without the piano music to distract and relax him, he'd probably be a lot more uncomfortable right now, busy looking for an excuse to run away. Instead, he was able to say, "A pleasure. To make your acquaintance." Even better, he wasn't just being nice; he meant the words. She really seemed to enjoy the music... though he thought his playing was far from brilliant, he did know he was comfortable with this style of music and was probably doing a decent job of it. This was a nice party and Lily seemed like a nice person. So at her continued praise, he couldn't help but grin. "Thank you. Again." Really. I'm grateful. Think you're making too much of me -- not a professional -- but thanks.
The psychologist in him sensed a subtle change in mood, like Lily was a tad more subdued when she asked her question or offered her suggestion. Question? Suggestion? A bit of both. Glancing over at the bar she'd been looking at, he considered. Flint pulled his silver pocketwatch out and checked the time before returning the watchface safely to his vest pocket and looking down at her. His smile was a little less certain now, it showed his shyness though his good humor still reached his dark eyes. Alcohol? Good idea or bad? Not good for music. Would, as Lily said, help relax. Well. Either way. Drink isn't necessarily alcohol. Say yes.