Ernie blinked away the stupid water that was in his eyes, and swore to himself that if he cried... well, he would just have to go jump off one of the towers. At the touch, Ernie flinched. It hadn't been expected, and honestly it had caught him off guard. Being more used to a hex of some kind knocking the wind out of him was much more expected than the almost gentle touch he had received.
What he wanted to do was ask Zacharias what part of all of this was okay. None of it was okay, not to him. Not as long as he was a servant, or as long as there were servants period. Stupid morals. "Yeah." For a few seconds, Ernie said nothing, he merely looked down at the piano in front of him blankly. "Anything else you'd like, sir?"