Judas' dark eyes were steady on the girl; his expression not angry or sad but some subtle amalgamation of both. He smoothed his bottom lip with his teeth.
"It's just a song." He wasn't usually modest about his talents, but usually he didn't have to take compliments about things he didn't want other people to know he did. Jake would openly admit that he was a good businessman or that he could take a deal down in moments. He knew he was good at those things. But music was a hidden profile meant only for himself and no one else.
Stepping out of the way of the piano, he moved to collect his things. Why was she crying? He hated seeing girls cry; it made him feel worse than he normally did. Instinctively he knew he couldn't do anything about it, because he knew he wasn't a comfort to people. Running his fingers through his curls, he looked at her. "Are ye going to be all right?"