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The boil relatively surprised; he'd apparently been expecting her to give up. At least for the day anyhow, so his answer came a beat slower than he would liked, "....Yes," he only hesitated a moment before nodding, almost as if he deeply approved of her tenacity and then lifted his instrument back to nestle it under his chin, "Let's give this another try then, shall we?" that said, his hand began to move, and music flowed again, "Relax," he was watching her through heavily hooded eyes as he played, his voice but a whisper, but seeing as how she was sitting down beside him, the nix was certain she could hear him, "Good girl... good girl. Just have fun with it. It's not a job. It's something you're doing for fun. For yourself," he then quietened down and allowed her to sing, nodding his approval as she went, even when her words didn't quite reach the tone of voice or the notes she was aiming at.

When the song finished, he nodded his head again, "Better," he commented, "Much better," and then he slowly pushed himself to his feet, standing up beside her. Like this, he really did easily loom over her, "We better leave it there for now. I don't want your voice to suffer too much," he said, and then looked down at her, hesitating a moment before arching a brow and offering her his hand, a silent invitation to pull her up to her feet, "If you sing too much without decent practice, you might find yourself with a sore throat, or utterly voiceless the next day. Easy does it."

Another slow, almost languid nod of his head as she grasped his hand, and then a small smile curved his lips; it wasn't his usual smirk, and it wasn't a grin. It was a simple, honest to god smile, "Indeed," he then gave her arm a small tug, helping her gain leverage so she could jump to her feet with ease. He was mildly interested when he noticed the small Wishing Crystal merely yawned and nuzzled back into the ghoul's arms, apparently not particularly disturbed even when she shifted her position back to her feet.

He snapped his gaze off his pet and back to her face, blinking slightly, as if caught of guard before he hooded his gaze again, "Ah, yes," he drawled as he allowed his hand to linger for just a moment more before he withdrew it, "My music. It's what I do," that said, Gabrian turned around and began to walk away, pausing for a second to look over his shoulder, as if silently inviting her to walk with him, "What we do, I mean. As a species," he couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her dreamy attitude though, "It has that effect on people. Some more than others. It seems to relax people - my sister loves the music dearly. She says it's one of the few things that can help her feel better," he had very little trouble talking to her; apparently as little trouble as he had bantering with her.

While it was true he liked to keep to himself for the most part, he didn't seem to fear this ghoul wiggling her way to the truth about him. After all, she'd left it pretty clear she hates him; as such, she posed little threat to Gabrian, and it was that logic what lead him to be able to talk to her freely, "Hmmm?" he turned to look at her, making a small motion with his arm, as if offering to take the pet from her, "Don't worry about it. My pleasure, really," and then, he seemed to pause, pondering something, "If you ever need it, I'd be happy to play something for you."