Blue sits right in front of him, perched with her hands in his lap. Focused.

He continues twisting each tuner one by one, thumb plucking the corresponding string until he's satisfied, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he rests his hands across the body of it.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Maggot," he tells her, but there's a hint of a smile on his lips. Just a hint. "What do you want?"