They walked for a while, again, none of them speaking- the constable obviously sensing the tension. Mallard raised his hand to the inspector, signalling him to stop "Look, I know you would wish to accompany me, but I prefer to work alone, I can only put up with so much stupid and having this one next to me is quite sufficient." The inspector looked a bit disgruntled, but he knew that he would have to in order to get Mallard to work- "God he can be difficult" thought Inspector Doyle. The Ranger and Detective walked for a while, until they came close to the tower, and to the Raven pens. Mallard looked dead ahead, but spoke all the same "Look, I think it is quite obvious that I don't like you, and something tells me- an amazing deduction from past conversations- that the feeling is mutual. Now, we can circle each other and growl, sleep with one eye open, but that thought tires me. So I propose that we try to see past our differences for the good of the case, for the groups camaraderie and most importantly, our own sanity. what do you say" said Mallard, back in his totally serious mode.