She duplicated his expression mildly, one perfectly shaped dark eyebrow lifted until she relented and grinned. "You're the one who said birds of a feather," she pointed out. "You could say I was looking for our feathers." She gave her head a little shake and reached for Mirza's hand. "Sorry, that was kind of random."
Lacing their fingers together, she gave a tug and pulled him towards the couch. "So," she began again as she helped her guest get comfortable, "How do you go about choreographing your sets? Are you going for an emotion, a story?" She smiled, eyes twinkling now with mischief. "Or is it all kind of aimed at just the one emotion?"