If asked, she would have to agree that his vanity was not unfounded. He was very nice to look at. And even though she was never the type to gawk at anyone, she was taking ample opportunity to look at him, to take in the color of his eyes and the shape of his brow and the strength of his jawline. Yes, she was paying more than just a little bit of attention.
A smile graced her full lips at the question and she shook her head. "Not nearly. My father was, I think. I mean.. I never really played with anyone but him." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I could teach you how to play if you'd like." She offered, not that she had ever taught anyone or thought she would be good at teaching but she'd get to know him better, get to spend more time around him, if he accepted the offer.
"My father turned my mother when she was pregnant with me and killed my biological father. Noah. That was his name. Noah Shaye. My mother named me after him, after them both." She offered, since he seemed interested in it all, and not in a snobby or condescending way like she had encountered more than once while she was here.
"Will you play for me?" She asked. "I'd love to hear it."