[ Rupert's delight at seeing Damian melts into overblown horror as he realises what Damian's wearing. The off-blue suit, one of Rupert's favourites, looking so abused! He seizes Damian's shoulder, holding the man at arm's length as he inspects the tatters and stains from shoulders to shoes and back again. ]

What fresh horror is this? Good Lord, Saint Lorrant, you look awful. [ Okay, okay, he's overdoing it, but mockingly theatrical dismay is one of Rupert's favourite modes. ] Shall I call for a priest? Your poor beautiful suit is in dire need of Last Rites!