“Really?”
“Yes, really. I liked the way you dealt the situation out on the street the other day, and Ben in the downstairs lobby; even, dare I say it, the situation when Ben dragged you to our home, although I’ll admit, that’s with the benefit of hindsight.”
I flush. “You didn’t seem very impressed at the time.”
He rolls his eyes ceiling-ward. “Yes, I’ve never apologised for that, have I...”
“I don’t think you have a lot to apologise for, Sir. I feel terrible about it...”
“Well, get over it. It’s in the past. I want to talk about where we go from here. It seems to me that you handle yourself rather well in awkward situations and that being the case, I have a favour to ask of you.”
What’s he talking about?
“Right... what is this favour?”