As Elle moved away, Isaac visibly relaxed. The only way to describe his existace back home was "reclusive". He had fallen into certain mannerisms and could barely recognize a social life anymore. While Elle seemed innocent enough in her own way, the painter couldn't help but be a little wary.

"You're really trying to pull something like that in a place like this?" He shook his head and pushed his tangled mass of hair away from his eyes. "Besides, I don't know how to play," he admitted.

Obviously he could have learned quickly, but he didn't want to. He really didn't want to.