Blank was almost lost in the music coming from the piano. He knew Scarlet wouldn't be gone forever, but as of the moment, he was powerless to do anything to help. He would have to trust Loki to bring him back, which he did wholeheartly. As much as they didn't get along, Blank knew Loki loved Scarlet like family.
"Ba-gah!" He exclaimed loudly as he jumped at Artorias' voice, missing the last couple keys to make an ugly sound. After a second or two of heavy breathing, Blank smile lightly at the warrior. "Uh, yes. I am. It's Beethoven. I was just down here.. Hm.. I guess grieving? But that might not be the right word for it."
Turning slowly on the bench, he faced them. He noticed the massive Wolf, and made note of just how big they both were. Standing up, the warrior still towered over the mage.
"I'm sorry if I was being a bother. My name's Blank." He offered out his hand.