He's rummaging in his wardrobe looking for something for me to wear. I take the opportunity to look around his bedroom. Just like in his living room there are no photographs on the walls. In fact, the only thing you could describe as personal in the whole room is the small pile of books on his bedside table. I glance at the titles; A Tale of Two Cities and War and Peace are amongst the titles.

"You like to read?" I ask.

He looks over at me.

"Every day."

He hands ...