Leaning into his doorframe like a lazy god, smiling to himself as the crowd of Raginiron-by-numbers men parts like the red sea for a young dark-haired fashionistaeater a creature of slender and long lines and lickspittlelips one puppydog eye, one serpent wink a fiver and a wad of sprung obscenity – ecstasy in the right hands, ecstasy in the wrong hands. Unreliable fella,
bad speller,
In love with his girlfriends brother but hasn’t the heart or balls to tell her.