"I can be very distracting when I want to be." Demyx chuckled lightly.

He could get her space, which was what he needed, but not empty handed. He held out his arm, water seemed to materialize in thin air around him and collected into a ball above his head as he raised his hand. That ball then changed and stretched out into his beloved sitar which he caught in his hands without a problem.

He was a performer after all. "Got it." He confirmed with a grin, although what one would do with an instrument as big as they were, remained to be seen.