[ Allow me to provide us with fitting music for this conversation.

There's another twitch of that brow though. You better have good reflexes, bear, because there's a pair of pruning shears heading in your direction.

It's only when he retracts them does he speak. ]

My name is William T. Spears of London's Dispatch and Soul Collection department and I would thank you to use my name when addressing me.

I have no relation whatsoever to a fallen pop princess.

[ And adjusting his glasses because that was distraction enough. ]

Despair, or as you said, ill fortune. Would I be at the liberty to ask who their original target was?