[Deal with it, House. Kunsel can appreciate verbally he wants.]

Do I play? [He echoes the question half in surprise, then follows up with a shake of his head.] No. That's not what I was interested in as a kid, then later I was too busy with the army. Best I can do is sing a few pub songs and cadence calls, maybe fake my way through a couple pop tunes.

Why? You want to hear music from my world?