Biffy carefully mirrored Krem's own smile, subtle and a bit cheeky, and then swept his eyes back down to the hat. It was progressing quite tastefully, he thought, and would look very nice on someone with sleek, dark hair, elegantly pinned at the side.

"I wish I'd gone to fight," he admitted. "Everyone's been so wrought after the last few weeks."

It was a tense little understatement if ever he'd made one.