That was a very different question to ask a lowly prefect, and Tony didn't know if he should go for scandalized or-- yeah, it was wistful disappointment and with a heavy heart that no, no one was in the mood to spread their legs with a spider sitting over top of them. His duties, both prefect and personal, ended with putting everyone to bed. This dungeon spelunking was just extracurricular. "You keep a stash of firewhisky down here, too?" he said, rolling onto his back as the bubble continued to spin with some concern. "That's a bit of a walk for you from the Aviary, isn't it?"