"So, shall I play something from my mom's originals?" Yvette suddenly gave out the proposal, randomly tapping on the keys to make a jumbled yet soft noise.
"Will that be okay?" His propped-up arm was put down in an instant, and his eyes went big, looking at her. "Will you do that for me? Won't it be a... y'know, bother?"
"Wow, since when you started thinking about things being a bother to others? I thought you were a man who took anything and everything you liked and wanted, no?"
"Oh, please. We are talking about someone who I looked up to so much." Irvyn gripped the rim of the piano excitedly, even his eyes couldn't hide that well. "Of course, I'd be acting kinda... on edge."
