Aahh...alas. The grin on Faustus' face didn't fade though; if anything, it widened as he chuckled to himself at having lost his bet. He inclined his head, the smile still tugging at his lips. "You wouldn't be wrong on that score, Miss Skovgaard," He responded, adjusting his hat under his arm and switching his gloves from one hand to another. He resisted the urge to gently remind her she needed rest and instead focused his attention to her.
"I suppose I shall leave it, for now, however do not think we're finished with this dilemma for either of us." They were both too dedicated to their work, that much was true. But Faustus was too amused by their similar tactics to truly take it further. The teasing tone that emitted from him was a foreign one; though he wasn't without humor, it had been quite some time since any sort of similar feeling had made itself known.
Hoping this feeling wouldn't befuddle him too much, Faustus nodded towards the piano again as his previous question resurfaced. "I couldn't help but recognize the song you were playing." He said, thinking back to the night of the symphony; the music then had floated through the air just as serenely as they had when Miss Skovgaard played. Truth be told, he'd found himself thinking of that very song occasionally, though never often enough to question why until he'd just walked into the room.
"I suppose I shall leave it, for now, however do not think we're finished with this dilemma for either of us." They were both too dedicated to their work, that much was true. But Faustus was too amused by their similar tactics to truly take it further. The teasing tone that emitted from him was a foreign one; though he wasn't without humor, it had been quite some time since any sort of similar feeling had made itself known.
Hoping this feeling wouldn't befuddle him too much, Faustus nodded towards the piano again as his previous question resurfaced. "I couldn't help but recognize the song you were playing." He said, thinking back to the night of the symphony; the music then had floated through the air just as serenely as they had when Miss Skovgaard played. Truth be told, he'd found himself thinking of that very song occasionally, though never often enough to question why until he'd just walked into the room.