"Oh? You'd like to hear a melody?"

Venti's chipper voice sounded in sing-song manner, strumming his lyre lazily. The bard could never refuse an excuse to perform, and you looked so interested. Venti strummed his lyre once again, before tapping a digit on his chin in thought before his fingers danced with the strings of his instrument.

Venti began his tune, voice full of mirth as he preformed for you.