Bruce loves music. He had several playlists when he lived in the Tower, Jarvis knew them all. The ones they used for after the Hulk were operatic and classical, meant to soothe his mind, but in the lab he had all kinds of tastes to suit his mood. He simply never had the talent himself. At the offer, he pauses. He typically isn't the kind to say yes to things, but he's been changing since coming here. Allowing himself moments that didn't involve work or research.

"Okay." Bruce has been around the inn long enough to vaguely figure out how to get where he needs to. Or at least up to the second floor balcony. He's clearly not someone who is used to climbing anywhere, but determination is what matters and he makes it up there. He's not out of shape, just clumsy and awkward. "What was it you were playing? That sounded a lot like a song I know." Which felt a little out of place here.