Judging by the lack of any ringtone, he either does not have his phone on him, or he has it on silent. Still, he watches her with a little half-smile, and he is confident that when he returns home to where his own phone is charging in the living room, he will see what she has to say for herself then.

"I was always taught that it was best not to assume." It could almost be a joke - there is a hint of dry humour in his tone, although it is so subdued that it might equally be an illusion. "Although I admit, it isn't exactly a common name." An old family one, rather, a throwback to centuries past. For a man so opposed to history and poetry, Denethor Stewart nonetheless cleaved close to tradition.

He tucks his pen back into the spine of the notebook, reaching for his coffee again. "I'll look forwards to hearing from you, then."