[There's a look of being caught off guard before his features soften again.] Ah, it's generally thought of as impolite to ask a lady her age. Hence my apologies.

Good heavens, then, not that I would usually ask it, but I fear you are... perhaps young indeed by the nature of which I usually know you as. Not that I have a figure to go from because... [because of reasons already mentioned. Could he be digging a hole here? It's possible.]

The sun that you mark time by, does it have a name?