"Would it help if I gave the very small animal at my front a name?" he asks, in all seriousness, giving the little thing a bit of a pat before he realises how awkward that likely looks and raises both hands in the air like it's a stick-up, giving Martha a frozen look of bewildered and joyful fear. "Or not," he quickly says. "Have you had any punch? Is it yummers? Should I try some?"