[He does feel a little rusty with it, in all honesty, but Dohalim seems pleased regardless. Red Wine smiles against the kiss and leans towards it, then places the violin back into its case with as much care that he had lifted it out with.]

I haven't had much need to play since she passed. [By now, the 'she' that he refers to is no doubt obvious. He always speaks of his first Master Attendant with the utmost fondness despite what he has told Dohalim about the origins of his kind.]

But since it's you, I suppose I can play for you any time you'd like me to. [His head tilts thoughtfully.] Though perhaps more suitably dressed, next time.