"Are you suggesting I should get people to do things for me?" He looks surprised as if the idea had never even occurred to him. "I probably should, but my Ma would roll over in her grave if she saw I wasn't being a good host." Mrs. Cooper had been a very formidable woman to raise a son who had started off life by becoming a revolutionary.

He walked over to the bar in the corner. Of course he had his own permanent bar in his apartment, he was Irish. He pulled a bottle of red wine and a glass over, holding it by the stem so that he didn't seem like a complete savage.