It's a token protest at any rate. Tommy has been able to afford his own wardrobe for years--and Peaky boys do not buy their own suits--but he's used to second hand and cast offs, and so there's no shame in wearing another man's things.

He adjusts his feet against the edge of the ottoman, closing his eyes for a moment as the cool air washes his face. The country has been good for him, being away from the coal and smoke, but he does miss the familiar noise and smell of Birmingham, the mire and gypsum he grew up in.

He lights his cigarette and blows the smoke out the window. "Inej is a friend?"