"I haven't any idea. Apparently they put in an augury's vocal chords and the down was tactile poison. Very odd, and I don't quite understand the purpose of it." He shrugged. Whimple hadn't had an adequate explanation, either.
"You're quite welcome," he said, watching her. She was really quite lovely. "You've a small flat then? No room for a table?"
He knew that she didn't, but it wouldn't help to say that.