*smiles and nods, absently running a hand through his hair* Oh, yes, and I had a rather restful night, too, even though I'd never slept in his bed before. *inadvertently turns a little pink at his own word choice, but lets it slip with a very slight smirk*

*he makes his way past the tables and chairs toward one side of the stage* Hmm, brass, you say? Do you have an instrument of your own? If not, there are some old instruments backstage that somehow got left behind. Maybe there's something that can be salvageable.