At the frown and having Beleth look away, Sam's smile drops some. Apparently having shown up like that had not been taken well. He hadn't meant to upset her.

"... You're becoming a bard, Beleth?" And being taught by the Nightingale no less. He's quiet for a bit after that, letting her practice some, listening to the notes she's plucking on the lute. "Well you have some time yet, I'm sure you'll make it. Course there is 'social stuff' like you said. Do you have an outfit?"