*The sound of the door opening and then shutting brings him out of his muse. He turns his head, half expecting to see Ophilia rushing in, in search of something she may have left behind. Unfortunately, for his knee, which he promptly smacks against the underside of the piano in his haste to get up and pretend that he hadn't been sitting there at all, it isn't her.*

*He leans casually against the side of the piano and watches as Herman takes off his jacket and walks across the room.*