Percy could tell that he confused the poor duck. It wasn't his intention to confuse anyone, and as far as he was concern he should be the one who was confused and not the other way around. "Mm, a castle?" He knew of many castles, most of them now in ruins in France. He wondered if being a duck-Count was the same as being a human-Count, and if this was the case was there a revolution where he came from too?

He was curious and wanted to know more, but somehow he thought that asking too many questions may confused his duck-friend even further. "Where is your castle, my dear Count?"