He rasped a soft chuckle in response, but there was something warm and appreciative in him for the comment. Like a coat he could tug tighter around himself. Maybe he could risk a little music at some point. He considered the Harmonica, resting neatly in its folded box of hard paper, and closed it rather than pull it out to test.

Some other time, when people were not trying to sleep, perhaps. When Kira could more easily avoid him if his playing grated on humans they way it sometimes grated on the dog.

"I doubt glad, but I will settle for disinterested." He slowly began to move things back into the box with one hand, movements measured and even so as not to potentially startle the cat he was still petting with his other. And then he froze up entirely, when she deemed it appropriate time to move and stand on his leg, contemplating his lap.