The neck then. Sorry if that's a bit... [ He clears his throat, uncomfortable for a beat. ] A bit sensual, but as a musician, I am more worried about my wrists.

[ He sets to work on undoing the ties that keep his robes in place around his collar. He's very well covered, posing as a Carbauchain priest. Once the fabric is loosened, he taps the exposed skin of the right side of his neck. Better there than the left, where his violin goes - every little decision based on making the music that's so dear to him. ]

No, I... I think it will be better once some of these cravings are sated. Although...

[ There is one thing - something similar he asked of Bellamy, and it isn't asking for much. ]

If you can recall any music from your home, something that would be new to my mind, it would be a very pleasant distraction.