"You've clearly been touched by the wrong strangers," Rupert remarks, unable to resist such an open invitation for filth. Satisfied that his wrist is completely fine - it was the surprise of it that struck him most, he thinks - Rupert sips again at his drink, mercifully unspilled from the surprising turn of events. He shrugs a little.

"But yes, the generally standoffish part is what I was referring to."