He's heard some music since he's gotten here, from the tavern in the form of the lady with her lute, raucous singing, other such happenings, admittedly it isn't the richest form of entertainment around Skyhold. He still thinks that, even when he peeks into the stables. He's been familiarizing himself with the hold, and he wants to meet the animals.

Instead of greeting the horses, the dracolisks, or the hart, he catches sight of Beleth plinking on her instrument and looking frustrated. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, shoulder against the frame. When he heard a tune starting to come together, he hummed along quietly. He'll give her a beat if she likes, but for now, he's content just to listen to what she's laying down herself.

"Might help if you get writin' bits down," he suggests after a few moments. "Inspiration's a hard motherfucker to pin n' make somethin' of."