"No, you showed some real restraint, waiting until you were asked. It sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon." He flexes the fingers of his mechanical arm, considering it idly, and decides it was probably for the best that he'd never been overly interested in artistic pursuits of his own.

"Something else for you to chat with Lune about," Gustave says. He's not making an intentional choice offer so little about himself in return. The unconscious idea that he has nothing to offer that Verso hasn't likely already heard before keeps him from really even considering what he might share.