His personality was almost to flippant to know what she wanted of him. He didn't catch onto the unsaid. He did view her as some crystalline object he admired, but he hadn't yet tried to handle it yet.
He patted the bench for her to sit, stretching and cracking his knuckles to prepare. There was a lot of noise going on, but with her there the urge to play was intense. "I just have to play." He flipped open the top to reveal those gorgeous (and dusty) white and black keys.