"Stella died." I don’t say that aloud, ever. I say it now, because I realise he is the Devil and he has found the perfect temptation. If Stella were not dead, if he could bring her to me, I would give him whatever he wanted, and he could fuck around with Greek politics or set the world on fire or whatever it is he wants to do to his heart’s content. I would try genuinely very hard to bring him to his Chamber of Isis, even though there is no such thing and he’s barking mad and he will drown the country in shit and tears. I am for sale, and this is—has always been—my price.