If he had asked Pansy, she wouldn't had said being good at being creative was a bad thing, not at all. She wished she was better at creative things not involving Potions. She could make an epic outfit out of random pieces in her wardrobe, but she couldn't write a song, couldn't create something that, just by being played, could change someone's perspective on life forever. Music was life changing, art was therapeutic. If she had the ability to do either of those things, she would, all the time. And so Duke's hidden talent served only to make her like him more for being able to doing something she could only wish she could do.
A moment skipped between them as her hand rested over his heart and she felt his slow pulse beneath her palm. Her lips twitched in contentment before she leaned forward and kissed him, hoping her amazement showed in the gesture. Pulling back slightly, she grinned. "I'm offering, then."