A peer had never really... engaged with Clue quite like this — and the likes of Narcissus, as the world kept reminding him, wasn't so much his peer as his superior anyway. This was all very unfamiliar. He'd never been winked at before either. If it were anyone else he would not have liked it, but coming from Narcissus a wink was sort of the equivalent of a step closer. There was something intimate about that. Clue didn't look away.

"No, I don't believe in the like. I've always been told to." That was one of the reasons why he didn't believe. "Mark my words, fate will catch up with you, you ungrateful little whelp..."

But perhaps Mrs Spragg’s concept of destiny was different to Narcissus's.

"I do not think any of this happens because of destiny. It just... happens."