He keeps singing for her. Playing for her. He watches her dancing to this music that's so different from what he normally does. It's almost freeing in a manner. That and she is so graceful. He almost wants to ask her if she would like to dance with him. However, he won't stop her music.

He ebbs and flows with her. But it's not really water, but the flickering crackle of fire. But not destructive. Warm and inviting. This is an Italian love song, after all. Something he swears he learned when he was very small.

It's so nice to see it in motion. But he knows it has to end. His voice trails off and he just plays the piano a while longer for her. Letting her dance as she will.