Kexing had to remind himself that most knew the normal flute. Was there ever such a thing? Well, normal for Americans anyway. Anyone that lived closer to China might know the dizi and xiao. One a horizontal flute and the other a vertical flute. He does, however, give Owen a charming smile at the mention of the music being lovely.
"You don't have to stand over there, you know." It's almost teasing even as he rests the hand not holding the fan over his xiao, the sleeve of the pink hanfu resting over his knee. If anyone could make pink look good, it was him. He still, however, stuck to the traditional ancient Chinese hanfus, mostly handmade by him so far, and not how Americans dressed. That wasn't to say that he didn't like how their jeans hugged them or how some of the shirts they wore accentuated their shoulder blades.
At the question, however, he nods," Since I was about ten." Had it been around there? He'd been playing for a pretty long time.