August smiled at her, bright. He was pleased with her suggestion; he was pleased that she had not thought him silly. "I shall have to travel to Lagos then," he agreed. He really shouldn't give the African continent a miss — it was deeply Western thinking to do so, and August knew that he ought to try to divest himself from thinking like that if he was to be true to his own ideals.

He chuckled under his breath at her suggestion. "I confess I cannot blame her," August allowed. So much of this was backwards — so much of it had to be shoved and moved forwards. "And what do you think, Miss Adebayo?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.