[ Camilla takes the hand and shakes it, practically as textbook-polite as he is. The question throws her for a temporary loop, though, trying to figure out how to explain the structure of the empire she'd grown up in. She's never been outside it; has never been somewhere those words didn't carry automatic comprehension. ]

Just— the Sixth. I'm cavalier primary to a place called the Sixth House, and so it's an honourary title. Meaningless here, I suppose. You're just Connor?

[ There's her perpetual hunger for more information. Arithmonyms and surnames tell you something back home; his name sounds oddly naked without one. ]