"Try telling that to a Rolling Stones fan. Most of the ones I know, say that the Beatles were a bunch of pansies." Laughing more to herself, she watched as Emerson pulled out some papers and then shoved the rest back into a folder. Jenna wanted to give him a look about his organizational skills, but she knew it wasn't her place. He was the master, not her.
She listened intently as he spoke about his family. So he was, or better his family was kind of a big deal in the witch community. That was intriguing. Jenna hoped that he'd eventually start doing more magic in front of her. Granted, she knew she could never learn or do any of it; she just liked the idea of seeing it all go down.
When she noticed his raised eyebrow at the touch of her hand on his forearm, Jenna slowly removed it. Biting her lip, she looked down at her hands in her lap. She had known better than to touch him, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. That wasn't their relationship. He was her master. She was his domestic slave and domestic slaves didn't touch their masters.
"Well, then I'll just learn to appreciate the smiles you do show more. As for Lucien and Nate... I definitely see how Nate calms him down and makes him better. I think it's sweet."
Nodding at his mention of Row, Row, Row Your Boat, she listened to him speak and looked over the paper with lines and circles all over it. As he showed her the notes and the corresponding keys, Jenna stood up a little straighter and touched the ivory keys. A smile appeared on her lips again as she heard the simple tune fill the room.
"I'm afraid that once you teach me to read music, I'll be a crap slave... Which I probably shouldn't tell you, since I want to learn, but I'm probably going to want to be playing whenever I can be."