"You wouldn't understand," he bit back, angry because he was being pushed into something he honestly didn't want to do. Music was... personal. It was a private affair. Of course, Zach didn't quite seem to understand that concept. Not surprising to Ernie, considering he still thought his new master was snooping into the private lives of... well, everyone. Ernie averted his eyes, taking in the details of the room. It was so much messier than he had left it earlier. "What's in the chest?"