"Ahh, you see? You will master this soon enough. Now you can change chords on the same fret, the further up you are? The lower the tone. The closer to the belly? The higher." He picked a thin line down one string, a sliding scale higher and higher as he trailed his their hands from the neck to the belly of the lute. It was a simple trick, but one that put their hands together, that let him rest his chin over her shoulder to see.

Also it offered a lovely view of her bosom, but for once he was rather taken by the curve where her jaw met her throat.