[Once Jamie's got all the basic chords down he starts stringing them together into simple phrases, trying for more complex arrangements as he goes along. With each chord struck, the sensations grow a little stronger, and more sharply defined - beyond the initial flush of warmth, there's the impression of a sort of intimacy, and a delight in that intimacy. The only outward expression of this is the little grin on Jamie's face and the glances he aims at Sora, watching his reactions.]

Hm? Doing what?

[He doesn't even notice what he's doing - imbuing his strumming with his own emotions - until Sora mentions it, but once Jamie realizes what's going on he abruptly stops playing and clamps his hand around the neck of the ukulele, silencing it with a discordant twang. The emotions dissipate just as suddenly, leaving the room as it was before.]

Oh geez, I forgot all about that - that mind-manipulation stuff. I didn't put any weird ideas in your head, did I? If I did I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -

[Never mind that he has to actively concentrate on making people want to do things, he's embarrassed and a little upset that he might have done to Sora what he did to that poor jackass at their performance that one time.]