Lyle excitedly retrieved the guitar when asked and patiently waited for Dante to finish the quick care for it before he began playing. The instrument was right at home in those hands. Lyle knew it would be but the sound and sight were better than he expected. So nice and fluid and romantic. So fucking romantic. The kind of thing you'd read about in a book. The guitar itself played beautifully. Haunted indeed. It played strong with no trouble and seemed to echo around the room wanting to be heard. It was just as confident as Dante.<br/><br/>Lyle smiled at Dante once the song was over and laughed softly. "Maybe you shouldn't have it. It's hard enough keeping people hands off you."