He nods and he doesn't hesitate in pulling the guitar into his arms.

It takes him a moment of consideration before he frowns, puts his fingers to the strings, frowns again, and makes a couple of adjustments on the pegs. A strum or two, adjusted now until the pitch is right.

And then he starts in on something fluttering and complex as his eyes slip closed. It's obvious he's not really playing a specific song so much as letting the music lead him places, what sounds right to his ear, where it wants to go. There's a faint smile on, as he enjoys this kind of thing, enjoys the play of it. It's been a while since he's pulled out an instrument, what with everything going on. He'd been a little delighted when he realized who his pairing was this month, the one who'd asked about music.

Here, at least, he could offer her a song if nothing else.