Ryò took his eyes off the young woman,  noticing the nervous uncertainty in her body language. He was thoughtful as they played a bit of music, as it was new music to him.<br/><br/>He smirked faintly as he saw Abia dart off, obviously embarrassed despite her pleasant singing voice. He moved fluidly towards the pianist.<b>"Feel free to get a drink, mon àmì. I have a couple I think may interest some of these," </b>he said quietly as he rolled his shoulders, the guitar in one hand, the other in his pocket.<br/><br/><b>"I don't know if any of you will recognize these or maybe ye will," </b>he said mildly as he exhaled.