Czar arches a brow as his cane softly rattles on the floor, and his steps are silent as he walks into the piano room. You've been attending the nightclub for almost a month, coming here and playing the piano.

He doesn't speak, however, as he watches your skill. He doesn't verbally speak to people he doesn't know - only those he finds interesting. He takes a step back, sitting in the armchair and letting his cane lean against the armchair.