Erik's eyes grew shadowed. It was difficult to see; the lighting in the box was somewhat dim, naturally. But there was a very subtle change visible for those who noticed details.
"T'would seem the composer prefers his anonymity," the manager answered stiffly.
He was painfully aware that he had agreed to an interview, however grudgingly, for the sake of the success of the Opera House. He was also aware that short and obscuring answers would do nothing to further the goal of this necessary discomfort. His lips thinned. He forcibly softened his approach.
"Forgive me, Madam," he said at last. "More than that, I cannot share. But I believe if you attend one of the performances, you will not be disappointed."