"The ducks, Count Tamsin," Investigator Vale proclaimed as she rolled away from the burly noble. Tamsin, confused and disappointed that the lithe and curvaceous private investigator was no longer on top of him, struggled onto his elbows and exclaimed, "Ducks, my sexy sleuth? This isn't really the time." Vale leaped from the bed, wrapping the silk sheet around her and leaving the count alone and exposed. "Oh, this is the perfect time! I've finally figured out what's been going on in your estate." "The craving is no longer upon me, Count Tamsin. I have other fowl to pluck, as it were."