With a half-empty glass of scotch in hand, Crowley sat among disgruntled bar patrons. "You see, ducks! Ducks are absolutely fascinating creatures," he declared, the words spilling out with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. "They glide gracefully on the water, like little angels of the pond. But don't let that fool you! Underneath that serene exterior, they're crafty little beings, always up to something. Cunning, like me!" He chuckled, taking another sip from his glass.