He squinted at the paper, trying to spy what it said, giving a slow nod. "Who m'I gonna tell? Dat goes 'gainst da code. I don' go tellin' people 'bout ma business 'les you tell me to." He reached for the paper, curious now, such a small paper and such a serious attitude from the boss. It must be something exciting.
Once it was in his hands an eyebrow quirked, and he made a very poor attempt at stifling his confused laughter, covering his lips with the back of his hand and looking to Sinister questioningly.