"I won' say a wohd," Shae returned with an easy smile, eternally amused at the ease with which Jack could insert himself into a given situation. He was about as far from subtle as you could get, but his charm was just so damn infectious; he'd been that way since they were kids.
Shae reached down and gave Ren a brisk cuff across the shoulderblades, granting the poor boy a reprieve as he turned his attention to their new guest- or rather, their guest's guitar. It was a beautifully crafted instrument, and a well-loved one if the worn patches on the wood were any indication.
"Didn' know it was amateur naght," he said as he crouched beside the guitar to better inspect the finish, briefly trailing his fingertips across the body admiringly.