"I don't automatically think the worst of your kind gifts, I automatically assume that your kind gifts are in someway leading to the ever progressing level of what you consider to be 'the worst', trying to attain that level but never quite achieving it. Yet. So yea, I fear what you're giving me," Finally he grinned then sighed when he realized she hadn't let him go yet.
"Thank you for warning me, I guess, now I don't have to spend the day with a hole in the ass of my jeans. Question now is, how do I get out of this... and no, I'm not playing it for you Trouble. It's not ready yet, it'll sound like garbage until it's compiled into something worthwhile..."
He was very protective of his music, and while he didn't shy away from showing it off he did have enough superstition in believing that showing it early only ended up making it into a failure. Not to mention if it didn't sound good, he didn't want to share it at all.
"And I know you have a discerning ear... doesn't mean I'm showing it to you before there's anything to be discerned."