Oh, my dear Colonel Mustard... Lets check this room for some clues! But you're not looking too well, a bit peaked, I would say. You know I was a highly trained and trusted nurse for the longest time. Worked for the best in the country, and I have a keen eye for these sort of things, when a patient is feeling off but trying to keep it to themselves... Let me take your glass, and you lay down on the couch. I'll go look for some supplies to check your vitals. When I return I have a pen light and stethoscope, I check your pupillary dilation which seems off and then things become even more concerning when I use the stethoscope to listen to your heart... It's, it's weak? Oh? But maybe you're just weak for me? Being so close and practically on top of you? Let's see if we can't get you a little more aware and aroused! Let me just strip out these shoes and slowly slide down my trousers... Do you like my white underwear? What sort of man are you, Colonel? Ass? Tits? Feet? I'm sure we'll find out soon which one you'd give your life for! Or maybe it'll be something a little more breath taking? Either way, it'll be swift, and our little secret that a sexy femme fatale was what lead to your demise!