Duck Lake Ravenspur

My apologies, then, He said, dipping his head to her. He was glad there were no ducks around in their eponymous lake. He didn't like birds, especially not ducks. He didn't like hunting them — he despised feathers — nor did he like being around them. Too noisy, too brash, really. 

His eyes widened for a moment at her request, a slight pause before he chuckled. Don't hold me to it, He hoped that she was joking, but it was often hard for him to tell.