Gideon followed the instructions with surprising comprehension. Or maybe not that surprising. He was in a band where most of them knew how to play a stringed instrument of some sort, and he'd been a Ravenclaw after all. Once he knew the chords, practicing them slowly and then with more confidence, he could pick out "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" all on his own.
"Please," he said, with a pick between his teeth, fussing with the tuning for a moment. "Like you haven't ever appreciated the very fine sight of my ass on more then one drunken occasion. Just too much of a diva. Too much work for me, plus you're all bendy and you'd wound my masculine ego." Which wasn't to say Gideon wouldn't give it a shot anyways. It was just... Gideon was more careful about sleeping with his bandmates, other then the casual messing about. The band was too important to him to fuck it up with his casual bedroom habits.