At the mention of Euterpe's name he threw up his hands, kicking up some island of papers on the floor. "I'm fine. Fine. Fine as twine." He was rhyming with himself, which was something he did drunk and going off the deep end. Despite that handicap, he was still the musical genius, he just had let the darkness prey upon him for so long---now he had no way out. Stanzi coming into his life only made that whirlwind that much stronger. There was a tornado going on inside Wolfgang's head. He wasn't sure he was coming out of it alive.