She nodded in understanding. "No, mourning doesn't accomplish anything. Though life is too short for many things, but you don't always have a choice." He would be right in thinking that high society was not especially conductive to childishness or fun. It was an odd situation, where you were thrust into the adult world at an early age, but it was a watered down version and in many ways cut off from the real world. Maybe she was mature, but she had still lived a sheltered, privileged life.
"There are a handful of girls who love to hear you play, no?" She responded, half teasing him. "If I'm not mistaken, I've witnessed it. Or maybe I'm simply confused. In any case, I imagine they don't recognize you without your guitar, which means you're safe sometimes," she finished, smiling. She really wasn't sure if there was any truth in that, but he was a musician- or an aspiring one, anyway. Girls tended to be seduced by that sort of thing, so she wouldn't be surprised.
"But no," she added, shaking her head. "You're not bothering me at all. I wasn't really doing anything of any importance anyway." She had been intending to spend the afternoon alone, but she didn't really mind the company, and it was better him than some others.