Susan considers the question seriously for the barest of moments - there's still not quite enough people here to have the sort of assignations she was given to in London, and she hasn't quite sorted out how to be casually friendly with one-off lovers in the immediate aftermath when she's still got to see them all the time.

But Bacchus is a god, so it oughtn't be a problem. Also, she remembers, years ago and worlds away, Edmund saying of a different Bacchus entirely, there's a chap who might do anything, absolutely anything, and even though the Bacchus of Narnia was rather different, they have got some intriguing similarities. And she does like an older man.

Plus one oughtn't turn down the opportunity to sleep with a god of sex.

"Do you know," she says, "I believe I would."