[Although he realises belatedly he should have chosen his words more carefully — of course she would know it — he's more surprised that she would agree to play the entire piece. So he sits comfortably nearby, close as possible without ruining his own personal space bubble. It's so that the rest of the tavern won't disturb his listening. He doesn't realise they'll be as caught up in it as Kaede or, indeed, himself.

Akechi watches her play at first, amazed, but as it goes on, he shuts his eyes to give all his attention to his hearing. He's never been to a concert of any sort. Just because he came to know some influential people in recent years doesn't mean much. Going to a concert alone just looks kind of pathetic and anyway, he's been so busy crafting his image and working and studying that he just... never did hobbies he would like for their own merits.

But he likes music. Not just classical but all kinds. And as he relaxes and listens, his thoughts become a sort of distant murmur that the music drowns out. It's not peaceful so much as wonderfully enjoyable. Fun, even. Funny how he had to die and be worlds away to actually enjoy something he likes.

When the applause breaks out, he opens his eyes, joining them. The smile she hoped for is there and she might want to memorize it, because it's a lot more genuine that most of his tend to be.]

I have to be honest... I don't think I have the words to describe how lovely that was. I haven't enjoyed myself like that in... quite some time.

[It was different than the quiet tranquility of coffee at Leblanc. Not better or worse, just different. It felt like doing something fun, even though all he did was listen.]

You are truly incredible. [For once, he can't even feel jealous or irritated at someone else's gifts, which just makes it more impressive in his book. He won't share that detail, though. It would be cruel.] Thank you for sharing that with me. I really do appreciate it.