[somehow, Cecelia is certain it's rude to stare, and yet stare she does. she catches herself with a slight shake of her head as he's backpedaling on his offer, able to recover thanks to that.

curtly:] It was, but I'm not offended. Rather... I wonder: Do you not think a stranger would be keener to join you were you to offer a name first?

[a beat. starting to frown:] ...If you recall one at all.