– Most people knock. But then you’re not most people, I suppose. Kettle’s just boiled.
– Johann Sebastian would be appalled. May I?
– Please.
– You know when he was on his death bed, Bach, he heard his son at the piano playing one of his pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end...
— ... and the dying man jumped out of his bed, ran straight to the piano and finished it.
– Couldn’t cope with an unfinished melody.
– Neither can you. That’s why you’ve come.
– But be honest: you’re just a tiny bit pleased.
– What, with the verdict?
– With me... back on the streets. Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me, or you’re nothing. Because we’re just alike, you and I – except you’re boring. You’re on the side of the angels.
– Got to the jury, of course.
– I got into the Tower of London; you think I can’t worm my way into twelve hotel rooms?
– Cable network.
– Every hotel bedroom has a personalised TV screen...

“IF YOU WANT YOUR BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN TO STAY BEAUTIFUL THEN FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS”

— ... and every person has their pressure point; someone that they want to protect from harm. Easy-peasy.