But no, of course Ernie had to be difficult and not go along with things when he was being nice. Why would it ever be bloody easy? It wasn't like it was Zach's fault Ernie was a servant. Society had a system, and sure it as rotten for some people, but that had only made it pointless to him to fight it. And end up someone's servant? No thank you. But really, just because he hadn't...
He was getting awfully tired of it and -
Oh that chest was locked for a very good reason. "Perhaps you can make me understand then," Zach replied quickly, though not being nearly as sharp as he could be. He just wanted Ernie to play the bloody piano. Or tell him something - a story. Ideally both.
"The chest doesn't matter," Zach only briefly answered the question while breathing out and casually. And they were so not at a place to talk about the chest...
"So some piano?" he asked again. He wasn't exactly known for giving up.