One moment he looked away. The next? There was his sister, angel of death, chatting up Miss Griffin. Aslan rolled his neck, did his damnedest to make eye contact with Allah, and stepped further away from Ernest’s knife-juggling antics. Guess he’d have to get involved after all.

“Miss Griffin,” Aslan said, approaching them. “Good to see you here. I see you’ve met my sister, Nisa.”