"It's going alright," Zacharias said, deciding not to point out the definition of unspeakable. "And, yes, but... Well, it's really rather boring to discuss what you can't discuss by not discussing it," he said quickly, though not rudely. He shifted in his seat, getting more comfortable. "But... thank you for asking." He meant it, too, even if, deep down, he was normally bothered by people asking about work. But those people were often trying to play Make The Unspeakable Speak, not showing polite or genuine interest.
"Anyway, how is your music going?" he asked, sincerely interested, secretly hoping he'd remembered correctly. He could have sworn he'd talked about it or written about it before. If he were mistake, well, maybe he could try to segue into a discussion about music. Most people liked music, and most people seemed willing to discuss it, at least to some extent. Sure, he himself wasn't as well versed in music and music discussions as some, but he at least liked it well enough to talk about it from time to time with people. Mostly the non snobs, though, as he was only capable of so much discussion with them before he got lost or they got annoyed at his lack of refinement and selectiveness.