"Came looking for s-something for Iago--don't suppose they'd suit him."

I laugh.

"I suppose not," I say. "Maybe some cufflinks?" But though Glass is smiling she seems ill at ease, somehow, and I wonder about it. I should tell her about talking to Dorian, but I know she wouldn't like me to do it in front of Tess. It can wait.

"Did you get a chance t'tell Hermia 'bout Wanda? Sorry, love. It's just bin on my mind."

I shake my head.

"You don't need to apologise. Hermia and Valmont should know..." I look at Valmont's retreating back and frown. "Do you want to step into our apartment for a cup of tea, Glass?" I ask. It might be nicer to chat at home. "Unless you had plans."