"Aw, what a nice young man," Orsino teased as Donaghan held the door for him. As Donaghan followed him through, he looked over at him for a moment before sweeping his eyes over the room. It was funny how the silencing charms on this place kept all of the noise in - it made the veritable wall of sound one was hit with upon entering that much more shocking, even for someone who was a regular. Forget the cigarettes; trying to hold a conversation in Sonorous Spells was what would make a person lose his voice. He narrowed his eyes and folded his hands behind his back innocently.
"Hm, well, dunno. I was sort of toying with the idea of getting something different. Maybe a bass..." he called over.
Throwing a mischievous look Donaghan's way, Orsino made long strides to the nearest display of basses. Most were of the magical variety, with a rack of Muggle sorts to the side. He reached over to one in a particularly obnoxious shade of orange and plucked at the E string. It responded with a low hum, just barely perceptible over the music already playing. Though Orsino had no real intention of buying a bass, he did like ribbing Donaghan now and then.
"Uh oh, I think I'm in love with it, Don. I just may swoon."