[He returns her smile, holding his unease in the best he can. Perhaps she was cursed to look like a beast, then gruesomely killed? That sounded plausible to him.]
Calliope! What a lovely name.
[He sets the pen to the paper. His cursive is beautiful and impeccably practiced. He manages to write out his father's name and that alone. He bites his lips and purposefully looks away from the paper. Her gruesome visage is much, much preferable at the moment.]
My name is Haurchefant de Fortemps. [He has to constantly remind himself that no one knows who he is.] I'm a knight.