Dorian's assumptions are not far off, really. He works in a lab where most of the tech is from the 1960s. No e-mail, but heaps and heaps of interoffice memos. And with a name like Casper Darling, well. Children can be so cruel.

Casper's own choice of literature isn't much above Mills and Boon, really. The sort of thriller one might find in an airport, or in the checkout of a grocery store. "Sounds titillating," he replies with a light laugh. "Anything particularly juicy? I could be tempted by a good old fashioned enemies to lovers story."