Ah, he'd been right then. Malachi could not claim to know all that much about any kind of art himself, but the name Douglas Gordon had certainly impressed itself in his memory, for how often his mother had mentioned it. If he remembered correctly, she had attended several shows of his and owned a number of pieces that she kept scattered through the estate.

"I understand," he said with a nod. He followed after Douglas and continued, "I've found Whitby to be preferable to London as well. I can't say that the women here wish to meet me for the same reasons, however."

Malachi gave a half-smile at that.

"Here we are then."

With a gesture for Douglas to enter the booth, Malachi did the same on the other side.