[He shook his head,] I know how to play the violin.

[He wasn't even sure what a psaltery was, so just frowned and watched what she was doing,] What are you embroidering?

[There was a slight awkward pause where he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around for something to do,]

Can you leave that for a bit, I'd... well, I'd like something to read. Or I could even go and get my violin. [Just... yes, watching someone embroider was not a fun or productive use of his time. As much as he was trying to be polite... if this was his next three days he might end up slamming his head into a wall.]