[His fingers stop playing the moment his concentration breaks, when his eyes flicker off the sheet music. Initially its a hesitant gesture, his fingers still curled over the keys as if ready to continue on but its in noting its her that they relax and he withdraws them entirely. He fixes the cuffs of his sleeves, rolled back, giving her a shrug.]
I don't play. I know how to, but it's not... [Important. A thing worth mentioning.]