He was glad that he wasn't interrupting. Tolten hated bumbling or putting his foot in his mouth, though he did so too often. He listened to the explanation of the instrument, recognizing that word, 'electric'. He understood now that that was the power that lit and ran the building and it's mechanics. It was, as far as he could tell, remarkably similar to magical energy.

It was used for practically the same things, at least.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, nodding. "It runs on a current! It's not really a proper piano at all. Well, I suppose I oughtn't say that, it isn't an improper instrument.... Though that must make it rather difficult to keep in tune..." Laughing nervously, Tolten began mentally kicking himself. Delightful. Clearly insanity for him was simply babbling like...like an idiot.

"You'll have to excuse me. I'm having an odd day." Which was an understatement, and something he found himself repeating far too often. "And once more, I've forgotten my manners! I swear, this isn't like me! I'm Tolten, Mr. Gant. It's a pleasure to meet you."