"No tea??" He pulls a distressed face, anguish in his voice, but he's quick to return to a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure I wouldn't handle it well."

He nods, draining his teacup slowly. "It's a rarer quality than we'd all like to hope, I'm afraid. I'm glad you found each other."

Smoke edges along the furniture, a little bolder now, tags Anna's toe and runs a short distance again.

"Smoke love, behave yourself..."