"Ugh," Heath said as he came back from the kitchen with two drinks, one bottle of water to sit in front of Gideon and one cold beer in his hand when he collapsed down across the plush chair across from the couch, his legs over the arm. "You're going to let me give you lessons, right? Because otherwise I don't think I can allow you to leave the flat with a guitar that nice if you're just going to torture her."