Hans opened his eyes and looked up, smiling to see Marie-Pierre in the doorway. A lightness came over him, and the improvisation took a turn towards a more cheerful melody.
"Ah, there you are," Hans said without missing a note. "Good evening, Kase.
"What kept you so long?" he asked, though he hadn't been sure until the moment Duclos appeared like an apparition in the doorway that he was coming at all. "Tragic metro accident of a porcine nature?"