He wondered what Fell assumed he liked. He didn't mind history or a murder mystery. They were interesting if stupid as hell. No point in bringing it up, though he did wonder how Fell felt about Agatha Christie. He wanted to tell him he almost admired Poirot and as a kid had wanted to be him. But it felt cheap somehow or manipulative so he kept it to himself.

"You don't have to go to trouble on my account." Though he knew what Fell might say to that, he was compelled to say it anyway. "How are you and Anthony?"