Ernie narrowed his eyes at the younger man who was still lounging around like a big, fat, entirely too pleased with itself cat. Humph. This was a losing battle, and he knew that right from the beginning. They were the same, only not. Then the corners of his mouth turned upward and he leaned back against the wall, back straight. He had had an idea. What ever it was that was in that chest, it was important enough for Zacharias to simply brush off as not important. In a very unlike him fashion, or at least in as much of an unlike him fashion as Ernie had managed to notice this past week.
"I'll play you a song if you tell me what's in that chest," he decided. Ernie had no reason for wanting to know what was in there, except for curiosity. He also knew better than to attempt to open it as it was most likely magically sealed. "How about that? Tit for tat, isn't that what you lot are about anyway?"