It's all good, I was at a party!
Magdelen listened to his offer. His question. His plea. As she considered the weight of the offer and everything it warranted she found that she couldn't refuse. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't.
"Yes. For you, I will sing." It was an easy answer that she hoped would unburden the weight of the proposal. For him. Had Hannibal asked Mag wasn't sure if she would have taken the offer so quickly. Hannibal knew music well, probably as good as she and Erik did, but there was something about the young pianist that Mag wasn't sure about. His demeanor.
Relief washed over her and she felt again cleansed. She found it easier to breathe. So much easier.