Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c. & dietre a.
Hugh's gaze stayed on the screen, considering Dietre's words. He was no stranger to music, exactly, after all he'd done multiple musicals over the course of his stage career, and he'd learned to dance to pieces from the time he was a very young boy, but a lot of what he knew really well was showtunes and popular music and he loved both - he had music playing practically all of the time - but outside of a few things his father had played over and over, most of his classical knowledge was sketchy. He knew some composers - Beethoven, Bach, Chopin - but wouldn't necessarily be able to match a piece with one of them. And it was the sort of thing that he might have felt insecure about, if he hadn't felt somewhat confident in his general cultural knowledge. He'd never heard of Saint-Saëns though, and he tucked carnival of animals into his brain to look up later.
"You should tell me if you think of it," he murmured, glancing out of the corner of his eyes towards Dietre trying to gauge if he was enjoying it, and deciding that he thought that he was. It really was enjoyable though, and although it had been years since Hugh had really sat down to watch it himself, it held up, he thought as he considered the animation and the scenes themselves.
Hugh half snorted. "Gaston's supposed to be terrible," he pointed out. "He's the clearly inappropriate suitor, and the Beast is supposed to be terrible cause he's got a lesson to learn - thank you beautiful enchantress." He shifted, pulling his feet up on the end of the sofa furthest away from them, which really meant he ended up practically reclining against Dietre's side. He yawned. "I swear I like movies where the men aren't completely terrible. I promise." Although. He half laughed again. "Granted the last two plays I've been in the male leads were also terrible, so." He sighed and quipped. "Might be hopeless."