"Right," Mitchell said, dryly. He dropped the envelope back on the table, as if it had personally offended him, and strode back into the kitchen to prepare a cuppa. "I'm sure he only wants to catch up. Reminisce. Nostalgia and all that," he added, sarcastically.
He hadn't wanted to know what exactly had gone on between Carrick and Samandriel, and so hadn't asked. He suspected that he wouldn't like the answer.