The 'shamefully rusty' was not at all a problem in Yujin's ears. Perhaps that was because the last time he heard a violin solo in person, it had been one that had gone on for far too long. Regardless, this particular playing had been nice and hadn't overstayed its welcome.

He took hold of Alastor's hand with a squeeze that wasn't entirely firm, but couldn't be described as weak either.

"Yujin Mikotoba. The pleasure is all mine, dear fellow."

Normally, Yujin wouldn't toss out his 'dear fellows' quite this easily. However, the Montague kinship was seeping into his interactions just a bit.