Mesmerized by Juliet's performance, Owen applauded and praised the lady to no end. He did not know what came over him; he had never been so giddy, he was always a contained gentleman as he was raised to be. Owen felt overwhelmed all of a sudden and he did not mind at all.<br/>With haste, he left the room and returned with a case. Unlocking the clips, he brought out a violin and raised it for Juliet to see. "Perhaps not now," he began, feeling flustered. "...However, it would be an honour if I could play with you at some point." Owen blushed as he asked, fiddling with the instrument nervously. He returned the violin to its case, feeling slightly foolish that he had rushed to fetch it in the first place.<br/><br/>Edmund shrugged as Logan retreated to his book, deciding to ignore his little brother. Slouching back in his chair he collected his thoughts; he almost missed it when the house was quiet, there was no reason to be in his brothers' company and so they all kept to themselves. Very little drama involved.