Alright then. You're a cynic.

[ He considers stubbing the cigarette out on the piano, by decides against it at the last moment. The Hornfreak would certainly have his head for that. Instead, he drops it to the ground, grinds it out with his heel. ]

It's just a thing I gotta take care of. Need you to make sure Spiky doesn't do anythin' suicidal without me.