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Egerton seems self-conscious that said bag (“surprisingly spacious,” he proudly declares) isn’t the most exciting thing for a young, handsome actor to be talking about. But I insist that as long as he’s excited by the prospect of a new weekend bag, we might as well know what’s so good about it. Egerton leans in and lowers his voice. “You can unclip the sides and it becomes more voluminous,” he tells me. Phwoar. “I know,” he says. Despite the muggy, sluggish heat in the air, Egerton is whip-fast and on fire; he makes fun of one of his answers before I get the chance to. He pats his belly like a bongo while regaling me with tales of pizza-related debauchery, even though we both know that under his T-shirt, said stomach is taut, toned and liable to cause injury should anyone try bouncing a penny off it. He has a baseball cap fixed tightly to his head, which he occasionally twists left and right when he’s thinking. He looks a bit like a prefect on an afternoon off; athletic, square-jawed, boyish.