"Brilliant," Charlie said, dipped, twirled, then pasted himself to Demitri again. "Oh wow," he said glancing over Demitri's shoulder. "We're being watched. Kris has just turned up and doesn't look happy. Oh - now he's talking to D, so I'm safe. Thought for a moment he was going to walk over here and beat me off you with a copy of New Statesman." He grinned at Demitri, teasing but happy for him. Demitri deserved someone substantial and decent and dependable.