As he waited to hear what she would say the Ghost Phoenix looked to his claws. He remembered being in a lab, who was he really. Was he a reincarnate of something? He didn't understand what he was. If only he knew his role in life. Glancing to her he tilted his head, he had spaced out a little on her, "Um... father piano? Oh Father's piano play! I'd like to hear." He followed her out of her room and into the hall. Spectre waited and looked around the house. When she was done he followed her and went to the kitchen after trying to find it.<br/><br/>The male listened and tapped his fingers to the piano and closed his eyes. He could hear himself trying those notes. He heard the fridge open and looked up, blinking he walked over and watched. He had hardly cooked - Sutemi cooked not him. He could but he chose not to, "Need help A-Amealia?" he asked watchign the girl stretch. Nearly smirking at her when he saw the face.