Even Anthony isn’t bold enough to walk into a church holding a man’s hand. Public displays aren’t his style, but even if they were, this would never be the place he would choose to push boundaries.

The church is elegant inside, pretty in the candlelight, but not extravagant. In an attempt to please all comers, there is a very Anglican moderation to everything, in fact, which amuses Anthony. He smiles wryly as he pauses at the end of the pew to remove his coat.

“Not a very long one,” he quips. “I wasn’t struck down in the doorway, so hopefully that means there aren’t any hard feelings on either side.”