The Young Rake […] His hands are around your throat […] 'Stay away!' he hisses. 'Mine! Mine!' It takes three orderlies to pull the Young Rake off you, and you have a hard time deflecting their questions afterwards.
The Young Rake leaps for you […] You grapple him to the floor […] 'She's here!' he screams at last. 'The Songbird! Look upstairs!' You release him and he crawls back to his mirror. 'There there,' he croons. 'There there.'