I don’t know about you, but I’m an escapist. The best way to do it is in good company. The French have a word, complicité, for two people secretly sharing something devilish. I love finding that appetite in other people.

In terms of first impressions, I often get compared to Anya Taylor-Joy. It’s the strikingly pale skin, mischievous demeanour, and I’m told, something in the face.

I can be fatally indulgent. Tell me something I don’t know, and you have me for the evening. Music, business, fine art, politics? Get the light right and the champagne cold, say one true thing, and I'll fall in love with the whole evening.

Shall we leave the system for a moment? I know a door.