Geraint laughed softly and his expression changed to one Serrin could not quite identify. "I had my one and only experience as a boy toy here," the nobleman said. "I was twenty, she was thirty-one, and I used to take her home from the fish and chip shop over the road. That’s gone, too, of course. Take a guess—it’s a burger joint now. I suppose that’s because the few fish left in the North Sea are so polluted with chemicals and sewage sludge that the price of decent cod is something wicked these days."