Viola doesn't know how to respond to that. She's not in the habit of giving compliments when they're being fished for—though that's not what she thinks is happening here. Contradicting his own perception of self seems presumptuous, too. She keeps her kind thoughts about him to herself, though perhaps he can read them on her face or infer from the gentle shake of her head.

"Who do you think are the edge pieces of your life puzzle? The people that form the borders?" She asks, swaying along to the music.