"No," he says, but he seems distracted, as he glances around. Even her fridge is huge. It's more than a little overwhelming, more than a little unnerving.

The mention of her son has him glancing back again. They don't speak a huge deal about him, but it seems like she does so easier here. Well, that's hardly surprising.

Carefully, he pushes himself from the counter and starts to pad around the room, heading through to the vast lounge. Jesus Christ it's huge. He stops at a mantle, and picks up a photograph, a young man, pretty handsome, smiling back at the camera as he wears a cap and gown, a graduation maybe.

"Is this him?" he calls back, stepping back towards the doorway, frame in hand. "This Toby?"