"I mean, I do have a slight in," he says, pinching his fingers together like he's not so badly off in Helen's favour, as if he isn't dating her and sleeping with her and is probably entitled to as much soap as he likes. That's apparently his lot in life now - soap haver. "Let me know what scent you like, I can get her to whip up a special batch of Major-scented soap."

"Sam?" Ravi echoes, raising a brow and moving past everything else. "Would this be Sam Moon? Major, are you making friends?" he can't help but tease. "Friends that aren't me? I'm half proud and half worried."