Gavin was many things, but intentionally sexy wasn't exactly one of them - he tended to come off better when he wasn't actually thinking about it, but he was now. He was thinking about it quite deeply, now. He thought about absolutely anything he could do that would match the display he was witnessing - that sublime throat, the way those fingers caressed the lute. He shifted, somewhat awkwardly, pulling his ale toward him and letting his fingers drift across the glass somewhat aimlessly. His best assets were very much under his clothing - that was where all his compliments came from. But you couldn't exactly show off that in a crowded bar, could you?

So he simply fidgeted.

"You can't have a real climax to a piece unless you've given it a long enough crescendo," he said, which was literally the entirety of his music knowledge and he wasn't even sure that it made sense, but thought it got his point across. (If Crescendo meant what he hoped it meant.)

He took another long sip.

"The real question is where one prefers to play, I suppose," He wondered, falsely casual. "In the tight dark or with the sun on your skin..."