Eric was moved by all three of the pieces that he had heard. His eyes rested on Erik, though his vision was turned inward. He tried to imagine what Baba's reaction to each would be. Trying to figure out which she would enjoy best. He did not think that he had heard any one of these pieces in full, yet it did not matter. He trusted this man and his abilities.
He had thought at first that the beginning music would be perfect, and he had thought as he heard it that the second was ideal. As the notes of the third had sounded in his ears, Eric had become convinced that it was, indeed, the right choice. The truth of the matter was that any of them would have moved Baba in the way that he wished.
Eric's thoughts turned to the night that he had spent with her and the boy, Hannibal. The blood shed, the delight in the eyes of the pair as they worked. The feelings of that final composition seemed to fit that. There was love in the second, loss. Things that they had both known.
Ultimately, he decided which he wanted his beloved to hear.
His body came to life then, the very flesh of him seeming to live once more. His eyes focusing on the man in front of him. The notes still hanging in the air around them, though he had long since stopped and put his instrument away.
"I must say that all I have heard tonight are wonderful. Your skills at composition are beyond words, better than I have heard in my entire life. I feel and see the emotion that you place in each. Your performance is flawless. I commend you on all of it." His mouth parted in a smile. "I believe that the second is what I want for my wife. While I know that any of them would be to her liking, and I do think that she will likely seek you out to hear the others for herself, this night and everything I wish for it to be... the second is what fits the best."