"Really? That's horrible." Skulduggery tries to imagine what it would be like to have to refit the love of his life to fit some arbitrary environmental standards and visibly shudders. "I can't imagine doing that to my car. Can't imagine not having her, either." And boy does he sound reverent when he elaborates, "She's a 1954 R-Type Continental. They only ever made 208."

And then he clears his throat and says, totally normally, "I would definitely let you have a go behind the wheel if that were at all possible." It's not, so that's an easy promise to keep! "You'd probably like it."