"Sooooo . . . you've taken the Bulldogs job, then?" Demetriou asked as he assumed the position, feet splayed, resting on his heels.
"That's right," Greenberg replied. "I start today actually."
Demetriou paused long enough for the simultaneous hiss and gurgle to echo above the air-conditioning. Then added: "Well mate, do your three year apprenticeship at the Bulldogs and then you can come and work for us."
Greenberg looked again to his left, not sure whether Demetriou was taking the piss as well as having one. He was met by a smug smile, a zip of the trousers and not another word.