Flies are smart enough to know how to keep out of Lux's reach. But Lux probably needs to be balanced out by a healthy dose of being made the fool in situations or there'd be no living with him.

Watching Jamie as she slips her lute into her lap, she hides any little sigh under fiddling with the strings as she tests to see if they're too sharp or too flat from being out in the cold and strapped to her back like this. It gives her a little time to think as she plucks at the strings, the blood coming back to her fingers; Jamie seems upset - he's not a flighty strutting bravo, the kind she knows only too well from home - and maybe her teasing has pressed down too close on a happy night.

"Lo siento." A nudge with her knee and not her cold hands this time, the smile small and apologetic. "I did not mean to spoil a happy evening. But you are a handsome young man, and more importantly? One with a good heart. That always matters more. As for the music? Why don't you start? Most of what I know are things from home, Orlesian courtly nonsense or anything Antivan."

(Gotta balance out all the Orlesian courtly nonsense and no she is not going to play along to Andraste's Mabari if she can help it Ferelden why are you like this.)