Of all the reasons why someone might seek him out in his opera house, Erik had never imagined this. With a surprised step backwards, the composer reassessed this man before him.
The idea was charming. And Erik had a great fondness for his own wife. Were she not also a performer, he could have imagined himself doing something similar. A very rare smile came to Erik's eyes. He nodded. Love was the finest of all beauty, and it deserved...
... Everything.
"Box Four will accommodate you," he said. "And although my two divas are not available for reasons of their own, I will offer the remainder of my company the opportunity for work outside the season. What type of performance would you prefer?"