Maker, I bloody well hope not. I'm hoping once I find it's head, one well-placed lop will do the trick. [ he quips the words with a rueful smirk. ]

And where are my manners? My apologies, Lady Elena. Brennan Trevelyan, at your service. [ She even gets a flourished bow with just the right manner of politeness in the dip. Somewhere he's sure Josie is very proud. ]