Ah she was just here enjoying the park. And he understood all too much using music to order his thoughts. He'd done that more than once.
"Thank you," he said softly, casting his gaze down at his violin. "It was my grandfather's. I try to take care of it." It was one of the few bits of his childhood he had left. One of the few happy memories he had, having purodad teach him to play.
Mikhail seemed startled by her request. He wasn't really, he was just very bad with socializing at all. He'd never really done much of it, really.
"Of course," he agreed, straightening as he pulled the bow from the case. "Anything you would like to hear?"