Euterpe studied the play of expressions flitting across his face and through his eyes, still wanting to diffuse the tension she was sensing somehow. It was too late for her to apologize, and she wouldn't do that anyway, but perhaps she could get him talking about something else. "Regardless, if ever you need to use one of the music rooms just let me know. I can tell you which ones are free so you don't have to sneak around."
She felt sad that someone would willingly skulk about when there were easier ways they could get access to what they wanted. "I've heard from a few different sources that analytical minds do well with music and composition, so it makes sense that you'd be a business major." She straight up ignored his comment about people asking about the music he played, knowing it was too late for that. Euterpe didn't even let it phase her; she knew better than most how private a thing music could be for someone. Moving right along...
"Either teach or become a producer, probably both. I'll need that fat teaching money to fund a production company. And you? What kind of business are you looking to get into?"