‘Okaaaay!’ I relent in an exasperated sigh.

‘I shall get him.’ I make a move to go, but the hand he splats on my chest ungracefully to stop me and almost sends me back on my arse and enrages me in an instant. He’s still not getting to grips with the whole no-touching thing, and I sometimes wonder why I bother. He has no concept of boundaries except when he chooses them.

I throw him my unamused glare, and he ignores it. He presses something on the side of his head ...