He laughs in return. It...feels nice. It feels strange. He's not the sort of person who laughs when something is silly - his sense of humor runs to the nasty, the edged, because he is sophisticated and elite in his tastes - but some combination of the night and what lies before him and his drunkenness and the sheer exhilaration of music...

"As you say," he says, bowing to her. "I defer to your superior wisdom. Any other lessons I should learn, Grandmere?"