Jace wasn't used to people talking the way Mark was but after a moment he had to admit to himself that he agreed with the sentiment. He'd tried playing the way his father had wanted, coldly, academically but he'd never been able to make it last for more than a few notes. A few bars at the most. Then his feelings had started to leak into it. It was why he played mostly to clear his thoughts now. He smiled and took his hands off the keys at Mark's question.