"Oh, no," Rupert laughs, the contempt and disapproval having very little affect on his good humour. "You don't get to escape so easily as that, I'm afraid."

But he can see that Victor is thinking about this, even if Rupert wasn't entirely serious in his question. At the name he shakes his head and tries his hardest to ignore the way his translation nanites trip and fall flat on their face over 'brekker'. Refract, brechen, brecher. It gives him a twinge in his temples.

"I have not. He sounds more painful than you, actually."