[...good lord, Wheatley, he hadn't realized you were still here; why are you still here -

Either way, Descole lowers the violin once Wheatley makes it plain that he and the cuddlepile haven't gone anywhere. The hotel room is, as usual, dimly-lit, the curtains drawn; since they're in town and not slated for doing too much today, he has some of the lower-leveled Pokémon out - Louvaire is curled up at his feet, and Lucius is...being a herpy little ghost-candle of a light source. The purple glow is a bit odd; Descole finds it comfortable.]

It's something I heard a while back, several times; I don't know that there's any sheet music for that.

And I find music distracting when I'm actually trying to work, yes, but that's because I spend most of my time paying more attention to what I'm listening to rather than staying on task. Then again, I don't exactly talk to myself, either; I prefer silence.

[He's just going to be eyeballing that bat for a moment, however.]

She is rather quick on that, though, I'll give her credit for that much. Where did she pick up that...other thing she's often going on with?