"As would I," he says with a depth to his tone that says it would be a long conversation indeed.
"It could be said so," he allows. "In service to the lord steward our father. And yes, he is most proficient; we take the greatest of pride in Boromir." He matches the smile without really understanding its source. He knows only that it is a familiar and well-loved smile on this stranger's face.
That is what I like to tell myself. And her. I am curious myself but Faramir seems to like him.