Iestyn grimaced at Henry. "What the heck," he whispered, looking around the room. At least there was an easy job there, clearing the empty wine bottles into the recycling. But no way was he getting into the deep clean the carpet around the sofa clearly needed. And Hermes. Hermes needed it too.
"How long has he been alone for?" he asked, starting to gather up the empties. "You just sounded exactly like Tinsel."