The young redhead glanced eagerly up at the tall official, hoping for an elaboration — there was a story of dastardly deeds in there somewhere. And perhaps he would've got the elaboration, but then the lifts came into view. Bragi blinked at them, his heart sinking a little. He couldn't help but feel that their brief tour — or rather, their walk along the corridor — was coming to an end.

"Mr Crouch, before I finally let you go — may I ask... do you think... do you think a Danish national could dream of some day working at the British ministry?"