Gage let Asha help him 'look' through the albums offered, trying to see what was knew and what he actually wanted. "I like her music too. The instrumentals for sure, but the singing is fine. I can't sing; don't like it much anyway," he admitted. Even with his voice soft, he sounded more at ease. He'd already picked out one album and walked slowly with his fingers trailed against the CD edges, feeling the ridges and the corners of the plastic smoothing around the pads of his fingers. It looked like just an idle gesture as he walked, but it offered him a wealth of information most people would never notice with a simple touch. Surprisingly, he didn't chaff too much at Asha's help either. "Do you play anything besides violin?"