[he lowers his own violin, looking huffy in a disbelieving way like he can't even imagine why something like that would have come to Cain's mind.]

Of course not, don't be ridiculous. You've seen me play before. [bow still in hand, he makes a sweeping gesture out into the audience seating.] The acoustics in this place are horrendous, that's all. Even that cramped music room disperses sound in a better way. This place is nothing more than a glorified gymnasium with bedsheets for curtains. [charles why... looks like his question is sitting on the backburner until he gets his snobby perfectionist fit out of his system, too.]