His straight face was disrupted by a smile that disappeared almost as quickly as a box of chocolates in my kitchen.

Meanwhile, my thoughts bounced around like a laser beam in a mirror factory.

Jensen looked concerned."I'm reluctant to delay, but would a later appointment be better?" He glanced over at Vanelli and got an answering 'I told you so' look that I personally wanted to scrape off Vanelli's face with a blowtorch.