Percy reached into his waistcoat pocket and pulled out his small silver box of snuff, taking a pinch from it and placing it on the crook of of his hand where his thumb met his pointer finger. "I can relate. While my servants are not the cause of my...vexation, I do have a long list of people who drive me mad." He brought his hand to his nose and sniffed the stuff up each nostril quickly, then closed the box and tucked it away again. He smiled at Duckula, finding it not hard to believe that this little bird could get himself into so much trouble. "I'll have to lie low then. Oh, do forgive me. Would you like a pinch?"