*He doesn't break eye contact, or look back at his
drink, but keeps his eyes on Wright for any signs of emotion.*

I see. Then should I suppose that we have, in fact, met before?

*And there's only briefest of pauses, not long enough for an answer, before he shrugs - his tone brisker as he nods to Wright's mug*

Drink your tea, Wright. You have yet to have that shower or dress those cuts.