Bianchi sat up and watched as the door went flying off it's hinges, narrowly missing both herself and the piano. For a guy with no muscle this one could probably pack quite a punch. She leaned against the piano and settled her elbows back on it as she waited for him to replace the door then start speaking.

It seemed a little dangerous to her to begin learning as it was happening. But she felt fairly confident in her ability to do the first parts effectively. "If you think I'm ready, I'll trust your judgment, Brooke the Bard."

She looked at him warily at the next note. "I see." Her fingers found the last belt she had with her, and she slid it off, setting it down on a nearby chair. The jeans had taken three washes to stop feeling gritty so those came off as well. They were Dolce and Gabanna and she'd rather not wash the extras right off. She was reminded again that she should just bring her mass produced Guess next time. Even if the others fit better. She folded the jeans and set them on top of the belt. That was followed by the shirt before she turned back to the bard one hand on her hip, and raised a brow. "Anything else Professor?"