"Isn't that enough?"
"Is it, Diana?"
"Enough as far as music is concerned," she said impatiently. "Did you ever see a musical virtuoso whom a real man didn't want to kick? And as for you," she added, "you are a traitor. You said you would ask me to dance. Now, if you ask me, I won't!"
Still playing, he continued to look up at her smilingly.
"What do you really care about me anyway?" he said. "I wish you'd tell me, Diana."
"Honestly, or flippantly?"
"Honestly."
"Masks off, you mean?"
"Yes—as far off as they'll come."
"I care a lot about you."