Jeremiah glanced up, cheeks pinkening a bit under the gaze. He didn't know if she'd seen the amount and certainly that hadn't been his intention, but perhaps he was reading too much into it, after all - she could have just seen he dropped something in there. He straightened back and considered for a moment - it wasn't as if he had anywhere to go for the moment, and going back to Repose meant that he was just going back to an empty house. There wasn't anyone around who seemed to be paying him any mind, so.
He tilted his head, a curl dropping out of place across his forehead, and he reached up to push it back while he considered. "I'll be honest," he told her, voice low, but certain. "I don't know much classical music, other than I know that I like some of it."
That didn't mean he didn't know music though. There were entire repertoires of showtunes, eighties power ballads, love songs, and even these days a little bit of angsty indie that had slipped in from his ex. It remained in his playlists even though it hadn't been there because of his original interest, and even though it tended to remind him of her. "Do you show-tunes?" he asked her. "I mean, like, Broadway or musicals and things? I don't know how well Cyndi Lauper will translate to violin."