Farleigh sat behind his cousins as Superbad played on the family room television. His uncle, Sir James laughed hysterically at the jokes as Elsbeth chatted with Pamela, a Saltburn visitor, about rehab.

“And there you are now…” Farleigh said, a trail of smoke escaping from between his lips as you walked in cautiously. “We were just talking about you.” A slight smirk spread across his face as if he were teasing you.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Elsbeth muttered, quickly standing up to greet you.