"Yes," he admitted. However, he found himself conflicted. Should he keep holding on to her, or should he let go? He was caught between a desire to make her unhappy and the desire to keep her there. She was likely just trying to make him confused. In protest, he only met her halfway by loosening his grip. "Most of what comes out of your mouth is just as contradictory."
The violin he had acquired had been repaired for a few weeks now. After some fine tuning it was certainly his best instrument, and for that reason alone he certainly wasn't going to let her touch it. However, he had been working on a cello most recently. That was a little bigger and a little harder to destroy. Her hands were small compared to his, but the wider distance between the strings could possibly be better for her. "My cello. I'll let you borrow it so that you can learn to play. You don't need all ten fingers for it."