The demon sat down on the couch, making sure he wasn't in her way, when he heard her play. In it he could hear her worries from then, her weakness from the time, her love for her family. She hadn't even let him know what it was about and he still knew what she was playing about. When she gave him the guitar afterwards he already knew what he was going to play, based on her own song. It was her song, but then from her uncles perspective, with the family love he felt for his niece, the nightmares from the war, the soothing off the alcohol, and in the end a loud, false, but fitting in it's own way, note to indicate the crashing of the beer bottle against her back. "How's that?" He asked her when the sound stopped resonating through the room.