John watched her as he played, noting how her body relaxed and her eyes drifted closed, the bowl dangling from her fingers. He followed the Debussy with a little Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, and then something more modern- Fly Me To The Moon, although he didn't attempt to sing it. He didn't want to leave it too long though or Hope was just going to fall asleep and that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her awake and aware and willing.
When he finished the piece, he got up and went to sit next to Hope on the sofa, easing the bowl out of her hand before she dropped it on the floor. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, smiling down at her. "I haven't sent you to sleep, have I?"