"Ah," Vax regarded her regal awkwardness with the candidness of his own. "Et violin - if you let me sister-brag, I will positively gush 'other people's happiness' in your general direction. You might want a tarp or something. And once you have a drink at hand, you can use it as a shield if need be." He offered her a self-effacing smile. "If it so happens you want to add something of your own - we could always agree to one more round. But if this turns out completely terrible, you're well within rights to tell me 'no' next time I ask if you'd like a drink. ...Does that sound like a deal?"