"I brought over your old violin, I thought you might want to play."
Whumpee took a second to respond, mulling over the tells as to if this was an order or if it could ignore the statement. When the violin was gestured in its direction, it decided it was the former.
"What would you like to hear, sir?" It picked up the bow, rozening it for the first time in years. It knew better by now than to show what music it enjoyed.
"Whatever you would like to play."
Ah, hmm. A test. A trap, maybe. "I would like to play what you want to hear."
Caretaker nodded, and sighed. "That wasn't an order whumpee, it's a gift." They stood, squeezing its shoulder for a moment, and left.
The latter, then. It inspected the instrument anyway, plucking softly to make sure it was still in tune, before putting it away again, assured it was in working order should it be ordered to use it.
