“Jacob isn’t speaking to me in a non-professional capacity any longer,” Tam states, slouching back against the door in a way that I think is inherent and well-trained. He doesn’t even know he’s posing, but he does it anyway. Because he’s always being filmed. At restaurants. On the street. In the airport. Every moment is a performance. “He only calls me Mr. Eyre and phrases things like a duke from the sixteenth century. Would his lordship prefer the carriage be brought ‘round, Mr. Eyre? Things like that.”
