"After Jane Roland, I imagine that it is," he says. The words are out of his mouth before he realises that they were probably indiscreet. His mouth quirks in an apology, though it quickly blossoms into a grin.

"I'll learn boundaries, Will. I promise. I'll apply for kisses in writing, if that's what I must do."

He knows that he's being ridiculous but he feels almost drunk on everything that's occurred.