Klaus gave a small nod of approval, and with one last little pet, he left some strawberries for Erskine to nibble on while he headed off for his morning ritual.

He wasn't long in the bathroom and within a quarter of an hour, he reappeared with a bald chin, his cheek floofs manicured into perfect points, smelling slightly of cologne and aftershave and running a towel through his damp hair. It was a good thing his head was ducked to the side as he sought his comb and glasses.

"Mr Ravel, have you seen my spectacles?" He asked, more to fill the silence than to make any actual conversation. He knew Ersk couldn't talk. "I thought I put them down over there."