[ What a coquette. Would it hurt you not to verbally beat around the bush for once? But fine. Squalo can play this game for a little while. ]

And I've got time.

[ He cants his own head a little to the side, his smirk now getting more toothy, holding eye contact. ]

Start off with drinks... then I'd love to see your fingers at work. [ He gestures with his free hand lively as he talks, in a characteristic Italian South-Europa manner, and subtly points at the piano with that last proposition. ] If I'm impressed, I might ask for a private demonstration after that.