He hums thoughtfully. Stands, finally, and snags the lighter between two tapered fingertips. Elegance in his manner.

"I suspect that you were taken to be - hm - a bit too...unconventional for Auntie. She's a good woman." So she didn't deserve you is unspoken, but rather clear. "So we're to improvise together." His fingers snap in an odd little jazz beat that overlays the music strangely.

"Doesn't that suit you well?" Then he lights the cigarette and takes a long drag.