Whitefish River vonn, gently tucking unconscious guards into bed:

“Lo sé,” the crow remarked, sighing dramatically to the heavens as he raised a leg for a tree (careful to be a gentleman and keep the goods hidden). “Usted pensaría que con un nuevo paquete, la marcación se haría con más entusiasmo.” Leg lowering, Vonn moved onto the next trunk to demonstrate. 

”Tómame, por ejemplo: me estoy orinando de emoción.” He sent a winning smile Dulce’s way, shook his leg out when finished, and the smile turned into an impish simper at her squat-crawl. “Remember to bend at the knees.”