[ the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile that seems almost fatherly, good-natured— but, as always, there is the hint of a threat behind it. ] Then you are wise.
[ a brief pause. idly, though still with his ever-present air of certainty and calculation, he lays his fingertips atop the surface of the piano. ] Do not toy with Piter. [ the smile is gone from his eyes, leaving them dark and severe. ] I will not be taken advantage of.