He wasn't sure how to answer her. As he recalled, he and his uncle never had a particularly affectionate relationship. Sure, he really was the closest thing Michel ever had to a father. He backed him up in his childhood mischief and was there to lend a hand when Michel really needed it. However, their relationship wasn't doting or particularly caring. In fact, anything like that was painfully one-sided from Michel's end. And even then, he often felt as if he couldn't stand Mobius for much the same reason.
"That wouldn't work for me. I can't just do nothing. But I do everything he asks of me and it's never enough." There was no need to elaborate when she obviously saw what was going on. And even if she only knew the half of it, he figured she'd be able to guess the rest herself. His teeth clenched for the moment, he played the first five measures of the song listed in the book. His tempo was a bit too quick, but it was hard to remain calm enough to fix it. "Play it a bit like that at your own pace. See if you can play all of the chords," he said, making sure to move the book to a place where she could again see it easily. "If you don't recognize something, stop and ask. Don't try to make up anything, because it won't sound good."
While he was waiting for her to play, he continued to find himself unable to keep still, tapping his foot to the tempo he thought the song should be. Though he didn't agree with everything she said, maybe she was on to something. He had to wonder. "You should go with me then."