Mary & Clay
Clay hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should correct her. After all, if she was going to insist on calling him by a title, that was distinctly the wrong one. Instead he just shrugged it aside.
"Clay," he said. "Just Clay."
He sat down quietly and began reading his book, but when she seemed to get too warm, he looked up at her and grinned.
"Or...it could be me. I tend to be a lot warmer than the people around me."