Oh, [He says ever-so-delicately, as though the thought never really occurred to him. For someone even remotely perceptive, of course, this is all a lie.] I wouldn't know.

Nothing of consequence though, I'm sure.

[His lips curl, his red eyes gleam; he looks the very picture of the cat that ate every canary to ever exist.] Friends, after all, are always beholden to one another anyway.

Or so I've heard.