[ Momo plays dumb, but he can sense the shift in her posture, the piano-wire tension that cuts through the room at his insistence. So he backs off, smile still omnipresent. ]

—Okay. As long as you take care of yourself! I'll be keeping an eye on you.

[ Hands to his hips, leaning forward in mock-sternness. He doesn't play that role very well, so he breaks into a light half-chuckle. ]

But if I ever do find a piano around here, I'm gonna make you do a duet with me!