Her hand moves to his knee without hesitating; it's instinct, reaching out to steady him. She hums, a sort of oh, I see without actually using those words.

"If I were a cynical kind of person I guess I'd point out there's money for him too, there. But I'm not. Maybe he just doesn't want to have to feed you himself."

She holds her other hand out, letting the water flow over it as it starts to get hotter. "So what if..." She pauses. Shrugs slightly. "What if you made a little less money, and spent more time on something that actually was meaningful to you? Like your own work?"

Like his opera.