"Didn't I already do that?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows. "Or does it not count when I say it's annoying afterwards?"
Her teasing came to a rather abrupt halt when he moved the guitar towards her. She sat up straight, her arms pulling away from her lap so he'd have room for the instrument. One hand fell to the curve of it's thin body. It felt so much smaller than hers. Her other hand wrapped loosely around the neck, her fingers pressing gently against the coarse metal of the strings.
"I've never actually played a Les Paul," she mused, ignoring his comment about dropping it. Her fingers stroked slowly over the glossy finish before trailing down to the strings. Her thumb stroked over them gingerly, testing it's sound.