That gets a very firm nod. The comment about his name makes his eyes roll, even if that stings like the dickens given how he died.

"I do tend to find myself among many a Mike," he admits, thinking back. Though he doesn't like associating Mike with Crew or Michael Shelley. Mike had been dead, as everyone was on the Galley who was a prisoner, but it still-

"And you would have to- well, there's a complicated reason for that, which I know but which... which feels unfair to go telling to everyone. But-" a deep breath, "yes, there is... there is Martin. W-w-which is further complicated by the fact that I never got the chance to tell him about-"

He glances over at Jacobi.

"...I'm going to talk to him about it. But..." and he puts a finger over his lips. Please?