Erik was pleased to see her smiling again. He nodded, stepping back. "It is rather much," he agreed, turning to look over his shoulder. The night was exactly what an opening night celebration should be, but until now, Erik had witnessed such celebrations from far away - or far overhead - or hidden in the walls. To be caught in the middle of the throng was not just a little taxing. He was meant for shadows.
"Even still," he said thoughtfully, "I cannot help but believe that my ladies deserved more. Ah-- well --" And here he turned again to Fred, the wistfulness dissipating from his frame. Returned again was the master of the grand City Opera, who bowed to his selected guest. "Enjoy your evening, Fred."