Cecil had never been inside the Speakeasy before. It was only very recently that he'd started actively seeking out places where he wouldn't be heard - most of his career involved actively avoiding such places, after all. He would be lying if he said the idea didn't make him a little uneasy - disappearing off of surveillance for even an hour at a time felt to him like a risky move. But if what Carlos had to say was important enough--

--But at Carlos' words, Cecil's smile faltered. He propped it up again quickly, but it had lost some of its brightness. That they would talk about sensitive and important things, he had assumed. That they might trade secrets, he had been counting on. That Carlos had been-- been lying about something...

He folded his hands in his lap, to keep from twisting them nervously around each other. There was the barest beginning of a frown between his eyes. "...Oh?"