Faolan wonders if he's going to need to elaborate to the other man, but Lancelot seems to be doing fairly well determining his reasoning all on his own. Avoiding music to avoid the memories. Faolan nods in response to the other man's prompting, taking in a deep breath, urging himself to continue on. "I. It reminds me of who I used to be, playing does. Reminds me of what happened to change that. Being around music, it's..."

He trails off, sitting back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, taking a sip of the drink to fortify himself. "I yearn for the harp again, around music like that. But it is not so simple as that." He shrugs slightly. "You flatter me, with such compliments. I have not truly practiced in over ten years. But, with this harp being here, and with the situation being what it is, I thought..." He trails off again, shrugging and glancing up at Lancelot once more, the expression in his eyes at once shuttered and horribly vulnerable.