[ Wait a second. That name sounds familiar—

Frederick stares for a moment, blinking, before comprehension dawns in his eyes and he takes the offered hand and gives it a warm shake of greeting. ]

Of course, Lord Elliot! I remember our conversation from some time back. It is I, Sir Frederick. Why, if I had known, I would have offered straightaway as soon as I saw you.

[ Why don't their phones come with cute picture IDs, smh. ]