"Mr Folgate!" He recognises the vapid tone immediately for what it is, and it's easy to fall in line to match. "Yes, I'm afraid word spread faster than I could recover to stop it. Had a bad meeting with some steak - bull's never agreed with me, really, nailed me for a week."

It's a flip of the coin whether Norton recognises the outdated slang, but any excuse to quietly insult the police who'd caught and fucking drugged him, but he'll take it.

"Hardly sure it was worth it in the end, but I suppose there's always being more selective next time." Will he stop trying? Never. "And yourself?"