When Robert entered the library, Joe's body went stiff, his face grim. It was taking every ounce of restraint not to attack him on the spot. He still wasn't sure he wouldn't do it anyway. If this had been a pub brawl, this posh twit would be on the floor already. But this was not the pavement outside the pub, this was the study of one of the great houses of Whitby. Robert's whining suggested behaviour of someone half his age.

"I am here at your sister's request." Joe said slowly enough for an idiot like him to understand.