He winced when she screamed, more for his sake than her own. Some days it was a good thing to not live with a woman anymore. Slowly he moved around the couch, extending a hand towards her. (Technically it was his fault she fell.)
"I don't share a room that often," Luther admitted. "I didn't mean to wake you with my snoring either..." He trailed off not knowing what to call or and not wanting to dwell on the name of 'Maid Marian' too much. It hadn't clicked in Javert's mind but that meant that she was the wife (consort? whatever the term was at the time or however the legend went) of Robin Hood. Needless to say, he didn't do well with thiefs, even if it was for the 'good'.
Luther frowned for a moment, lost in thought before saying, "I'm Luther, normally."