His cheeks flushed at that, and Owen glanced down. "I apologize," he said, quietly. "Using your first name just seems, to me, to be a... breach of protocol, or a familiarity that I am not entitled to." Though she was insisting upon it, Owen still balked at the idea- he didn't mean to cause her discomfort by his formality, but the informality was strange to him.
Her mention of the men traveling with him quickly paled his cheeks, and Owen managed a simple nod. "Yes, I am, albeit slowly."