It wasn't really the history that Marek knew. Well, not the history that he'd absorbed, remembered. Names, he liked names. He gave them to people in his head all the time: Unworthy Bastard, Prince Evilly Charming, usually along those lines. He wasn't particularly clever about it, but names meant things.
Well, they didn't always. His name referred to the god Mars, or Ares, and his middle name was Apollo. Those names combined with a simple name like Bobbin almost implied delusions of grandeur. Marek was fairly sure that wasn't true of him, even if he had gotten somewhat comfortable being among the elite in the wizarding world in England.
"That's quite a few islands," he said, impressed by the number. That was something else he often remembered: numbers. He'd remember that one. He grinned at her, fingers twining more comfortably around hers. "Don't want me to embarrass you, eh?"