"Right, you had mentioned that," he said, moving on to mixing up his palette. The brush moves over one colour, then another, stroking and mixing and tapping until he's satisfied with the hue.

"When my parents suggest someone, I know it's going to be awful. They don't really do it for me, anymore. Suppose they've given up. I did notice a drop-off once they were certain Dolph had someone. Now I'm just expected to live out my life making our name look good."