It was pure habit by now to read someone's lips. It still helped, even with the hearing aid, alongside his famous journals. With a smile he hung her coat up and led her into the living room, taking a seat. "I keep meaning to get a hold of them, especially my old teacher. It keeps being pushed off."
He nodded, "I can see that. And you know me. I compose. I teach. I have a mind to have my students preform come spring. Bright young children." He set high standards so he was glad they were meeting them. Not hearing hadn't been an excuse for him.