[He hadn't gone this long without realizing what it meant when flowers popped up around them. He could notice a hint of that blush, but it just made him feel more at ease (as if he wasn't already) to know that she was happy. If she was happy, he was. Whether or not she could take notice of his ears or tail from that angle was up for debate. He set the harp (carefully) off to the side so that he could turn his full attention to her, slipping his hand into hers as he entwined his fingers with hers. Laying his head gently against hers as if to return the gesture...]

I am pleased to hear that then. It was... something that had been passed down to me as a boy. It has been some time since last I played. Mayhap I should pick it up once more for old time sakes?

[Also to play for her whenever she wanted it.]