Her cheeks go faintly pink at his words and she nods. He's told her this before, of course, on days where a song was especially frustrating or a note seemed unreachable, but for some reason it had been different when he had only been a voice. "Yes, Angel," she replies, and takes a sip of her own tea.

She's surprised that he hasn't been to rehearsals, but of course he wouldn't spend every moment in the rafters or on catwalks, would he? Though that does make her wonder what else he may do to fill his days. He had mentioned going out earlier, yes, but he made it clear that venturing out of doors in the daytime was not a habit.

The urge to ask is like a weight on her tongue but she holds back. He's obviously not comfortable here and she doubts it would take much to send him back through the mirror. "I do not know as much as you, of course, but they seem to be going well so far," she says, sticking to a safer topic. Then, hesitantly, "If it is more comfortable for you, I would be happy to take my lessons in your home. I would have done so today but I thought...after..."

Her face turns a deeper pink this time as she's not sure how to finish that sentence. After he had taken her below and she had snatched away his mask and run from him. Not exactly a scenario she thinks he would like to repeat. She drops her gaze to her cup, faint wisps of steam still visible rising from within. "I am sorry about what happened, Master. I behaved childishly."