At the sound of her voice, he sits up blinking at her as if she were walking straight out of one of his fantasies. He manages a soft chuckle as the mists of his daydreams dissipate, and he rubs the strain out of his eyes, although that doesn't do anything to make the vision of her figure casually sauntering toward him disappear -- she's too very real for that to happen. Plus there's a distinct thrill that passes through him when she sits next to him, one that he's grown familiar with, and one that he anticipates feeling each time she's around, whether in dreams or reality.

"Oh, well, you might as well know that this is an enchanted piano. I've tried this technique before, staring at it to get it to write my music. Except now I think it's being obstinate." He sighs and idly taps his pencil on the sheet music stand.