It was something for him to let himself be grabbed--took a lot of patience, and the fact that he was unarmed, not to simply drive a blade into the man's throat. He was patient, however, quiet, deadly still, and his expression didn't betray anything at all; not disappointment or anything else, as the moment passed.

"Mmhm. I am quite the fiddle player, it's true. But I prefer something a little more classic now."

He slid the amulet back into his pocket. "You know how to find me if you change your mind. I'm not fussy--take it or leave it, it doesn't matter to me."