Eh bien, cher cousin Neville. How’s the jaw doing?
What, this? ’tis but a scratch.
Ha! Well. I know how it got there though.
Really. You should see the other guy…
He did look a little peaky when you were done with him.
Can’t say I minded your company that night…
It was good wasn’t it? Team work. Perhaps one day you’ll teach me that mean behind leg left hook you do. Very impressed I was.
Well. Nobody talks about my Holly that way!
Shame though. To be banned from all of Kensington for just a tiny little punch up in Boujis is a bit drastic, non?
Well, dear Bouffe, as things stand with me and the missus, I won’t be frequenting any bars for decades anyway… How’s the ear, by the way?
Oh you know, it’s just a flesh wound… On se débrouille!