Thomas stood with his back against the wall next to the door, watching the drummer and the pianist with vague interest. He glanced towards Estelle, whose enthusiasm he simply couldn't match for such plebeian music -- after all, how could a two musicians in a house on a hill match the grandeur of an orchestra in a London Opera House? But still, it was fairly pleasant.

Thomas tapped his fingers quietly on the top of his walking stick, looking covertly at Estelle as the song went on. He was still cautious about her; he couldn't fully trust anyone who had anything to do with magic. She seemed so harmless, though, and she was so kind to everyone. He sighed quietly just as the song ended, and applauded courteously. "Bravo, sirs, bravo!"