"By keeping it at the back of the sock drawer instead of leaving it somewhere the demon from my espresso machine could get at its magic-proof jam jar and break it ad free the fly, somehow," Asar-Suti explains.

He grins. "You swore worse than my former follower Lochiel used to," he adds. "And I was all earthy, feely, practical, but not a jot more tactful than usual - poor James. Damn Hellfly."