Isaac can’t help the smile when she says her name. “Do you go by Kitty for the irony of it, or…? And of course you can ask. Just try not to pry to deeply into my private life just yet. We only just met!”

But while they’re talking, his meal is giving up a distracting aroma so Isaac carefully cuts the steak in half and pushes the plate between them before carefully cutting his half further into bite-sized pieces. The reason for his closed-mouth smiles is revealed when he takes the first bite; his canine teeth are more like a wolf’s than a human’s.

“At least it tastes as good as it smells.”