"Who's suffering? I thought it was good fun." Rupert grins, his lips darkened by blood or red wine or both. He's hurting from head to toe, there are dark patches already beginning to colour the skin beneath both eyes, and Rupert is discovering more cuts and bruises every time he moves. And yet he's positive this isn't suffering. This is just the hangover of an accidental adventure.

"I'll feel it in the morning, I suppose, but I'm not dead," He continues. Being so close to Jonas now Rupert barely needs to raise his voice above a murmur. "It's a shame to lose the car, but if you're going to go then you might as well go in style..."

And then, before Jonas can say as much, Rupert says for him:

"You think I'm mad, I'm sure."