"Of course it doesn't count." James narrowed his eyes slightly, pursing his lips, and giving her a slightly sour glare ... looking quite like his Nana Molly. "It was a test run, you're allowed to be insolent on test runs. For the real runs you have to say how magnificent I am ... without the insult."
With a sigh that was a mixture of 'Oh why do I put up with this insolence' and weariness, James watched as she held onto his guitar. As he knew she would. "Really? Best thing out there. Elvis had one you know." His tone could only be described as five steps from the Town of Smarmy (Population: James). "Here ..." James reached around her body, position himself in a way that he could place his hands over hers and leaving himself directly by her side. As behind her as he could be on the desks. If James had been concentrating on anything but the guitar he'd be applauding himself for his rather smooth, though honestly a bit awkwardly positioned move. "just ... let me guide you." As it was his attention was firmly on the instrument.