"Enjoying myself. I like Chelsea. I had fun here in the 60s and 70s. And I've already been distracted by two antique shops." But mostly he'd come to Chelsea because it doesn't hold any particular memory for him of Camille, the way Blackfriars does.

He browses the spines in a rack of used books, overpriced for what they are, no intention of buying, and strives for the same level of disinterest Crowley manages when they talk. Of course, he falls short by quite a lot. He just can't help but be interested, it's in his nature. "Where did you end up? Not in Chelsea, I'm guessing. Westminster? Kensington? Living down the street from Parliament, to keep it within your evil sphere of influence?"