Tony smiled at the question, though it was a strained, bleak sort of expression, and bore little resemblance to humor. "I play piano," he replied blandly. "That's about it. And normally I'd kill you to keep that from getting out, but, you know. Effort."

He leaned back in his chair, all traces of levity falling away as Wally met his gaze. "You have my word," he replied, with a sudden gravity that sat a little at odds with his usual sarcastic demeanor. He salvaged that a few seconds later by adding, "And hey, what kind of asshole would I have to be to repay your watching my back by shooting my mouth off about your secrets? Especially in de Sade's dream asylum."