"Right. That fixes the rest of it, than. Weather's too hot for me to take off any more clothes in public." He was wondering if there was anything useful to remember about this guy, but his mind drew up on a blank. Just another Siren Cove weirdo, probably.

Isaac, on the other hand, was a bit more enchanted. "I think the deer sang", he tells Fabrice, hands under his chin. "I hear singings. But not Alfred. Alfred is our cat."

"Let him go home so he can get dressed. Adults don't like to walk around in their underwear in public." Now he winks. "Especially not in the day time."