[Good. They are not met for seduction anywhoitz! Just a few times of singing the aria until finally at last, while it wasn't perfect it was good enough in her mind.]

That's good enough, Marco. You did a wonderful job.

[It was the truth too. She goes to close her eyes briefly and stretches as a wave of tiredness does hit her. But she does reopen her eyes in order to reach up and try to pet his hair, smiling.]

You did my brother's song good.