[Faolan walks in a circle around Laurent and the keyboards, before settling into the seat of one of the first he finds with a full stand and damper pedals.]

A little. [He confesses, reaching out to rest his hands on the keys. It's been a while since he's played, and he's a little rusty, but not so much that he's forgotten everything that he's learned before. Hesitating for a moment, he plays the opening line of a piece, before stopping sheepishly and glancing up at Laurent with a smile. Not bad, but the touch is off.] They've all got ports for headphones. Since they're digital. If you're worried about the noise. Or we could use a spare room, if you'd like. I just...

[He traces a key with his finger.] You said you'd let me play for you? It's not easily done without having to move it in and out. Hiding it away. It's not a guitar, to easily slide under the bed until I feel like pulling it out. I'd rather... Leave it set up somewhere. If that's alright? [Somewhere where it won't get in the way of his morning routine. Somewhere a little less 'his' space than he recognizes his bedroom to be. Than Laurent treats his bedroom to be.]