Maybe it's a bit of a tactless thing to say, in this situation, but Souji can clearly see that there's no malice behind it. And the eagerness, the gentle joy, the way the other young man seems to be coming alive more and more... it's entirely too endearing for Souji to allow himself to be touchy about a small thing like that. Instead he nods, and there's even a hint of pride about his smile. "I am. They tell me I shouldn't, with these lungs and everything, but... I'm good at it. It's as if I'm made for it, I guess." It's not so much bragging as a statement of fact, because it's undeniable that it's always come effortlessly to him.

He'd tried other things too, but... he winces slightly, remembering his experimentation with fencing. If possible, he'd been even better at that, and that was the problem. He'd been too good, and people had ended up hurt. When he danced, he never had to hurt anyone - at least not anyone except himself. Dancing made him happy, he could lose himself in it, but it never triggered that part of him that seemed convinced that it was still caught up fighting a war. As if his unfortunate name is intended to be a curse on him.

"I've always admired people who can play music, though. Making something that beautiful must meant that you have something very beautiful inside, you know?" Which is why he's never tried personally. Whatever is inside him, people most likely wouldn't want to hear it. "What's your name, by the way?"