"Eddie," he answered, noting the sudden tension in the large man's shoulders and wondering what caused it. Was he an item with this Ginny? He seemed to be reacting like it, although he hadn't come out and said so. Amused, Eddie shrugged it off. "Edward Clayton-Smithe, actually, but as I said in the journal, no one actually calls me that. I own a mining firm, and we're expanding to Athens. And yes, like you said, it feels strangely, um, home-like."
He decided to push just a bit further. After all, he wasn't really interested in Ginny, well, not more than any other hot, single woman. He was really interested in meeting this Anne, though. But just to see....
"So is she a good fuck? That what has you all tense and flexing?" he asked, amused.