"How long has this been happening Mews? Hang ups? Heavy breathing? How bestial. How amateur! Any idea of who it might be?" Quigley asked these questions as he examined new spring colorization on his wing.
"Just over the weekend. And no, I have no idea of who it might be. I'm assuming that it has something to do with the McBain case." Quigley nodded and focused his full attention on Mews.
"Yes, but we know the dangers of assumption Mews. We shall wait until we have facts. Concrete, unwavering facts." Mews looked up and smiled.
"Of course Quigs. I'm glad to see you focused and clear headed. I might say breaking up with Millicent has afforded you the presence of mind to think clearly again," Mews said lifting up his wine glass. "While I realize you're gearing up for the frenzy of spring, I must say I'm impressed you aren't letting those old instincts get the best of you."
"It's a constant struggle between mind and body Mews, as you know. May the rational and enlightened mind win every time." At this the two old friends nodded knowingly and clinked their glasses.