*Kurapika's eyes still throb and pulsate with blazing colour. It doesn't feel the same as when he's angry at all - he feels full of warmth and positive emotion. It keeps radiating in waves from his heart, filling his entire body. He's still reeling over the intensity of it as he looks down at the guitar and loosens his grip slightly, without letting go. Could it really be more than just a fluke, what this room has done to his knowledge of instruments? He turns back to Melody, curious as to what she means.*

Sure.