That earns him a kiss, a soft, heartfelt press of her lips before she reaches to adjust the taps and plug the drain.

"You've got a girlfriend who's got a job of her own. Who doesn't need much. And who very much wants to see you happy." She straightens up, taking one of his hands, damp fingers curling around his.

"I'm not saying quit entirely. But. Maybe pass on or two of those godawful pop commissions here and there, and take the time to work on your opera instead."