[ He leans back in his seat, squinting as he attempts to make sense of her words. ]

There was more than enough cheap wine to be found in Paris. Not all of it was necessarily good, but it could get the job done when a man’s pockets couldn’t afford him to be picky.

[ Abruptly, he leans forward again, taking a sudden interest. Clara, what have you done? ]

Tell me, what is Tesco?