[He nods, simply weathering Felix's ire for a moment.] My Eleventh. Likes bow-ties.

[Head dipped down his voice is tight to hold patience.] Not a charade, even though it's not the first time I've played it. Almost everywhere I go the name I use is already known, sometimes it's worth a lot more to be discrete.

[Clearing his throat and looking back up, voice less tight this time.] His past and my future. I am sorry Felix. It's not my story to tell yet. Whatever it is, he isn't keen to impart it just yet and from what I have gleaned, it can't be good.