Tony just sat at the drums, looking at Eddie for a second but didn't say anything. Instead turning his attention to inspecting the equipment. As a perfectionist, making sure that everything was to his standards had become a routine of sorts. "I don't really care what we talk about." He remarked after hearing Mara's input.<br/><br/>Pausing for a second, Tony reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Starting to tug it up, his free arm lifted as he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. "I sweat when drumming." Was his response as he glanced around making sure there was no protest to this. Tony glanced over at Mara and said "Not that I screw around with that shit, but you're anti-drugs?"