*laughs, albeit somewhat grimly* In this house? I believe it. *follows swiftly, intending to help out wherever he's needed*
*feels his phone ringing again and digs it out of his pocket* *stares at the display for a split second, frowning*
*taking the call* Lucas. *listens a moment before freezing in his tracks* It's what?? *listens again, and then says something very strange, enunciating very clearly:* Would the second movement sound better opening with a bisbigliando? ... *exhales* Okay. Call Salgant.
*in clipped tones, as he disconnects* The Harp is on fire.