"It's beautiful." He moved away from all the breakable things and sat himself down, pulling the guitar with him so he had something to play with. He strummed it and then winced... it wasn't well tuned. He started tightening one of the strings and looked at Hartley, smiling at him. "Play for me!" Well, he was a demanding guy, what could he say? He wanted to hear him. "Play that one you played last time when I walked by, it was great. It was sort of like..." He started to try and hum it. It wasn't massively helpful.