"More is a bit ungainly." He frowned at Bridget's explanation for his solitariness. "There are new people coming every day. Find someone, please. You're friendly. I know you can do it."

He didn't want to answer the last question. Armand chewed on his lip. "I--" He shook his head. "No, they aren't. It's like we work together. I wouldn't mind if that changed, but I can't claim any such thing at the moment. It would be presumptuous."