[ Without looking up, ] What’s it matter to you? Also, if you’re gonna dodge my questions, I’m gonna dodge yours.

[ He rifles around a bit more, lifting a pile of papers from the drawer. Something small tumbles out of the stack, landing back in the drawer with a metallic clatter. He sets the papers aside in favor of picking it up- a small brass key. ]

Well now. I wonder what’s so important that our friend needs to keep the key locked up.