[He smiles to himself, looking down at his hands. Practicing the flex and clench of his fingers he'd done when he was first dealing with the pain in his arms.] I'm not a snob, how rude. A poor instrument can still make good sound in talented, well-taught hands. We're simply going to boost you along.

[And it's his chance to spoil his lover, considering the total failure of his ring idea (still tucked in its box, in the drawer he keeps his songbook.)]

Nothing? It isn't nothing! Besides, under my tutelage, there is absolutely no way you'll stay rubbish. [He glances over his shoulder again.] Every time you get something right, I'll give you a taste of something wonderful. It should be enough encouragement, shouldn't it?

[And a taste gives him so many options to tease him with.]