Light at the Duck's Nest's window always meant caution, but the sound of Hans' piano drifting down the stairs as Duclos carefully cracked open the alley door reassured him.
He'd been terribly busy doing the sorts of things one really shouldn't talk about, and he was glad that when he'd come to unwind he would be doing it with the one person he really could unwind near. He slipped up the stairs to lounge in the doorway, humming a counterpoint to Hans' improvised piece.