He looked up again and stepped over to him, offering his hand. "Mark North," he said softly. He looked over him carefully. "Oh, we spoke on the device," he said. He wasn't technologically disinclined, he used laptops and advanced mobiles and the like, but he wasn't sure about these futuristic ones.
"I'm sorry, yes. I would love a cup of tea." He smiled slightly. "I was going to make dinner. If you're hungry, I can fix an extra plate."