There are some men who one wouldn't peg for the jobs they hold when they're out of their workplace. Whether that's a change of demeanor, a desire to not show their affluence or simply a misguided taste for tracksuit bottoms and ill fitting t-shirts, they're the sort of men who can vanish into the crowd and leave their work behind them.

The Honourable David Moore is not one of those men.

Every inch a patrician, Moore dresses impeccably, favouring tailored three piece suits, regular hair cuts and accoutrements which appear understated until you see the maker's mark and realise quite how expensive they would be. His brow is often furrowed, his gaze withering, his wit cutting and his handkerchiefs ironed, and the high quality steel of his belt buckle matches that of the hair at his temples and the gaze spearing out from under his eyebrows.