"A beast, an animal, not a centaur or a merperson, can only act according to it's nature. If you know that, and are suitably prepared, you shouldn't have any problems. Of course," Q goes on, "accidents do happen. That's why they call them accidents. Always beware the snake in the grass."
Q nods absently, still enraptured. Moving as if hypnotised, he pulls out the stool and sits down. He plays a tentative chord and smiles at the lovely tone of the piano. A few more chords, getting the feel of the thing, then a brief arpeggio. He sighs with delight. He closes his eyes for a moment, then plays the opening bars of Clare de Lune.