Before he could learn more the cat interrupted and all Kons’ previous beliefs about felines were confirmed. They were determined to make his life unpleasant and this particular specimen – huge and covered in more orange fluff than any animal had any right to be – already seemed to hate him. It was the sort of animal that would deliberately leave an unfortunate offering in his shoe, of that he was quite sure, or else drop dead rodents at his feet to display its prowess.

The paw tap was a devious move if ever he had seen one. Deliberately sweet but with hidden intent, Konstanin had worked around politicians for long enough to know the tactic well.

“I suspect he thinks I’m imposing on your time Miss Evans,” there was always the chance that someone might recognise his name, though less because of his achievements and more due to his brothers’ occasional bouts of notoriety and his sister’s auspicious marriage, but so far she seemed to be non-plussed which was an excellent sign. He inclined his head cordially, keeping out of reach of the cat. “I certainly don't want to hold you up and I apologise again for Brian's rambunctiousness.”