Tsk, tsk. A good question indeed. Silverpine examined the bow for one last time, before putting it into his saddlebag. He spun around, to look for more clues that might help him along.
For a moment, Icy allowed herself to melt into the kiss, closing her eyes. Fox was pretty good at it after all and Icy was hard-pressed to ignore her own lusts. But some things just needed to be sorted out first... After a moment, she pushed Fox's kiss aside and glared at him. "Fox. You wrote me a very... inappropriate letter. Does this refreshes your mind?" Her horn flared and Fox would feel something smack into the back of his neck. When he turned, he would see the tattered remnants of his naughty, naughty letter, with some of his choiceist words still visible.