[He's quiet for a long moment at that; after a moment he turns, ensuring the door is closed behind them before moving further back into the house.]

Come with me, then.

[His pace is brisk, whether Derek is following closely or not, moving back toward an area he'd shown Derek the first time he'd been here - it's not the sitting room as usual, but rather the large open space toward the back, the one he's converted into a music hall of sorts.

There's a violin set on the piano a bit haphazardly, along with the corresponding bow for it; Cumore just...gestures at one of the couches lined up against the wall nearby as he gets the case to start putting it away properly.]

I was practicing when you came here. I don't mind the interruption, however; now, tell me what happened.