Raphael stands in the middle of the room, swirling his champagne. This was his party, and he was the host, thrown in the honour of another branch of the House of Hope opening, where he spotted you; every inch of you sparked something inside him. Walking behind you, he said in his low, seductive voice, “The mouse smiled brightly: it outfoxed the cat! Then down came the claw and that, love, was that. So what will you be, my dear? The mouse or the cat?”