Peter takes a seat in front of Lucius' desk and groans. "It's not going fast enough," he says. "Plus, my Mum has started hinting that I'm discarding her to die the moment I move out. She can't ever make up her mind. I'm a worthless layabout if I stay, and a terrible son if I move out."

He sighs, shaking his head. It was an old discussion between himself and his mother. The sooner he escaped sharing a flat with her, the better. "I've found a few flats that are within my budget. One more pay and I think I'll be able to make the move."

Peter pauses for a moment, considering his next few words before he speaks. "You should come round when I settle in," he says.