[Irene waves a hand, playing it down] Occasionally. Something about sandwiches and - what was it? 'A pathological insistence on courtesy'. Unusual, in these parts, I must say.

[Bruce is tripping over his own conversational feet, and Irene just smiles mildly] I do not require the knowledge that she speaks to others of me to know Bela's feelings, but I do appreciate your, ah - solicitousness.