"You're serious." As if he had to ask. Piper wanted to think of himself as a good person, regardless of his history, he wanted to think of himself as the kind of guy who wouldn't make kneejerk mistakes.

But part of him was still a Rogue deep down. And Rogues were good at making the worst decisions.

"...Sure, I'll give you exactly what you deserve," He was barely aware of what he was saying, reaching under the bed, fumbling for a flute he kept there. No one could blame him for this, Evan was--he was awful. The things he'd done, the things he'd gotten away with, he deserved worse than jail.

He deserved humiliation.

Piper was playing the first thing that came to mind, flashing quick to a target who could defend himself--a target who could handle it if his puppet was too... zealous.