He paused, looking up, and offered the guitar to her to examine as he thought about her question. He wasn't sure what had sparked it, or how to answer. Lately he'd been good at sin, vice, and fighting, none of which were things he'd brag about.
His face tensed as he he fought for a moment, then weakly shrugged. "Not a terrible lot, I'm afraid. And I'm no Beetle," he laughed softly. "What about yourself? You must lead a vibrant life, and know all sorts of things."