(jovial) "Good evening everyone. Glad to see it’s a full house tonight! I’m Monsieur Brunette."

(morbidly flirty) "Missus, eh? You’re probably too young to be a widow-"

(flustered and judgemental) "Enough with the humble brag, woman. It’s unbecoming. I still say you sacrificed your chance at marriage by spending all those years learning to be a doctor, and now that you are one, any man would feel too emasculated to ask you to be his wife."

(uncomfortable concern over a corpse but is just hoping it's a bad joke) "Grey, this wouldn’t happen to be one of your party tricks, would it? You said this was a mystery dinner party, after all. Is the little Miss just playing along and pretending to be dead?"

(defending Peacock) "Don’t be ridiculous! I doubt a little lady like herself would have the strength to bludgeon anyone to death! Aside, she and I danced together last night and were even making conversation until we retired for the evening."

(trying to make light of the situation) "I agree with those two, let’s all go inside and relax. Perhaps call the authority to get them to solve this for us. *is told the lines are down* Oh…well still! We’ll let Mrs. Rose play detective in peace. If she would like to speak to anyone, I think I’ll retire to the Lounge."

(almost in a manipulative tone) "Pleasure is all mine, especially with a sweet little reward in exchange for the deed. Maybe a kiss for your dear uncle?"