Simon Grim. [he does shake his hand, but it's the short, perfunctory kind of handshake people give when they're only big on manners, not human contact. he also pauses, watching Claude's face for that glimmer of recognition ... and seems relieved when whatever he's looking for doesn't appear]

Thank you. It's ... nice to talk to someone without -

[how does he put this without seeming like a self-aggrandizing prick? no, really, how? he decides to start over.]

Before I came here, people knew my name. Not me. Just ... my name.