Euan wasn't phased by much. Things that would pique someone else's curiosity or hurt their feelings had little effect on Euan. Which was why, when the temperature around them shifted with Caradoc's comment, he merely shrugged placidly. "All right then," he agreed, flashing an smile. "Caradoc, it is."
Nor was he bothered by people being rude or abrupt. His aunt had always said that the harder the nut was to crack, the sweeter the flesh inside. He had taken it to heart and tended to gravitate towards people that others might steer away from.
"You can call me whatever you want, by the way," he added, moving to prop himself up on his elbows. "I'm pretty easy to please."
Understatement.
"After the war— the second one, I guess. Late 2005?"