Just when Shay thought she had Yewbough pinned, the innocence she had pegged the man with rose up again and proved her wrong. She smiled when the bard blushed, barely suppressing a laugh. She made herself comfortable by kicking off her shoes and removing her jacket, letting them both form a pile on the floor. A pile she hoped Yewbough could imagine growing with more discarded garments. She let herself lay on her side, propping her head up with an arm and listen. Shay hoped that this too would inspire the bard.<br/><br/>She had heard traveling musicians play before - plenty had walked through the city she grew up in and she met more while traveling. The song was a long one, but it kept Shay interested and not just on pleasing sound alone, but also with lyrics that intrigued her and made her want to listen more to this world without music Yewbough was painting for her.<br/><br/>Shay rose from the bed, applauding Yewbough. "That was wonderful," Shay said, genuine. "I can see why the Duke asked you to play." She glided over, joining him on 'center stage'. Shay wrapped draped herself on the bard, drawing herself close by his shoulders. "Every musician has their signatures and their own songs they know, so it's hard to make request...though that's hardly the case with my profession." She whispered that last part in his ear. "I'm taking requests; what would you like?"