Nodding at what she said, he followed suit with the wine. The chardonnay was quaffable enough - any cafe in Paris would have something similar. It certainly wasn't bad; it was a simple chardonnay, nothing more and nothing less.
"I'm stringing together a set of pre-recorded songs for the audience to perform in a way that tells a larger picture," he explained carefully. "It's a story about love." And when he said that last word, it was with a certain amount of disdain. "But only the choices of the audience will draw out the story itself -- and of course, the whole set up is designed to change with every new audience. It'll be magnificent, once I get it finished. At least, I hope it will be."
He threaded his hand through his hair, then remembered his manners and dropped his hand back into his lap. "Truth be told, I've been going around in circles with the project for some time now. I think one could say that my heart isn't really in it right now."
Giving her a faint smile, his eyes drifted unseeing to her shoulder and stared. "Lorne is quite understanding. Sometimes I think the demon knows far more than he's letting on."