Professor Quackity, who had always displayed a modest reserve, was in his office sitting behind his desk. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and his shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, revealing a glimpse of his torso.

In one hand he held a book and in the other, a steaming cup of coffee. He seemed completely absorbed in his reading, a picture of calm and concentration that made you feel even more nervous as you entered the office.

Quackity looked surprisingly attractive at the moment, with an air of casual sophistication.

“Do you need help with something?” he asked, his low, deep voice creating an atmosphere of calm as he set the book aside to look at you intently.