It makes her smile - 'the better parts of his DNA', not the dress of the woman passing them by, although she does fleetingly think how much she likes that fabric - in a curiously deliberate way. It's because of her father that she is what she is, faerie ancestry tracing through his lineage and bleeding out of him into his music, and she'll be the first to call it the better part.

"I think so, too. And," with a thoughtful glance further out into the club, "I learned to appreciate art in as many of its forms as I can stand." Which is a good reason to be here, she thinks.