"Is it not a name?" he says flatly. "A common one in Europe, so I've read."

There's a squint as he peers at Trevor, the way he wipes his hand off (why??) and holds it out. For a moment, Adrian holds still, as if truly debating taking his hand, because it would mean touching him.

The Wild Geese aren't exactly known for their hygiene, evidently. Not that Adrian has room to talk until recently, but that's part of why he thinks of it as so important. Eventually, he reluctantly takes Trevor's hand and almost immediately regrets it.

"I surmised based on the matching uniforms," Adrian muses. "You have been with them long, I take it?"