( he doesn't bow. the queen had made him bow, she'd forced him to do that and more to remind him of his place, but now? he does not bow, not to anyone. a slight incline of his head is his answer in return. )

Graham is fine, if you would. I am no ser. ( he knows it is a title of some sort, though of what he's not sure. all the same, he doesn't want one that he hasn't earned. his smile is a little warmer as he glances down at the wolf, rubbing gingerly between ears. ) Brother. I confess I'm not inventive with names. ( the wolf was his brother, it was the name that had suited him best.

as for meeting her, he nods. ) I have been here some time, now. If I can make it easier for those who come later, then I will. ( he gestures toward a bench, small though it is, it'll certainly be enough for her. he'll sit on the ground. he's more comfortable that way, anyway. the wolf follows him like a shadow, clinging to his heels as he moves in that direction. )