"What offer's that?" He blows across the top of the hot chocolate before taking a sip.

Sometimes, he thinks he would grasp at any offer anyone made to him right now, just so he wouldn't have to see the whole thing through with Vicious tomorrow. But then he thinks of the flip side of the whole thing: he'll know, finally, if the rumors are true and it was Vicious who set him up as a spy. And that knowledge will be worth more than gold, and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small hand-crank music box. He sets it on the bar in front of Julia.

"Remember this?"