Further up the shoulder. A bit more cheek, a tad less chin. [ He helps shift her violin as described, his own still neatly held in place with an awkward tilt of his head. While these adjustments are made, a bear trundles up. Two bows are held in its claws with surprising grace. ]

Thank you, my good sir--or madam? [ The bear shrugs indifferently at the address. Sholmes takes one bow in either hand and pauses there. ] Oh, but where are my manners? It seems I've become entirely too accustomed to the celebrity I enjoy back at home.

[ He tips forward at the waist, twirling one bow before offering it to the young woman, handle first. ] Herlock Sholmes, consulting detective and occasional violinist, at your service!