Carefully. If only Theodore knew what he was asking for. Tea cup was poised in midair but stopped once she heard the question. Eyes quickly flicked to study him, gaze narrowing as she lower the cup just to clatter in the saucer. Who told him? Who gave him the right to know that? If there was one thing she didn't want to share with anyone it was the fact that she was a talented violinist. Ever since she learned what a beautiful talent she possessed, she hoarded it, not even her family was allowed to hear her play. She took great care in hiding her talent, especially since it was her greatest outlet. It was the one thing she could create. She could control it, and mold it to all she wanted. It was the world she could build and destroy over and over again without the threat of someone stopping her. Why would she share that? Why would she allow someone else to judge something so precious to her? That's all they would do in the end. Judge her music and compare it to others. She didn't want that, she didn't want ears that weren't worthy of her work to hear. It was her's and her's alone. No one was allowed to hear her play.
Clenching her jaw tightly, she wanted to yell at him, to demand that he leave and never come back. She wanted a timeturner to prevent him from asking that question. She knew however, if she were going to say anything, she would likely regret it later, so, instead, she resorted to her next best option.
Placing the cup and saucer on the table, she quickly stood up from the couch, and turned to head out of the room. It was rude, of course, but a better option than saying something rude that she wouldn't mean. It was better for her to leave, and for Theodore to forget what ever it was that he heard about her playing the violin.