Anna
"Anna," Charles started, the name sounding strange on his lips. "I've heard that is how you prefer to be called these days? Henry has said nothing but wonderful things about you, which is good enough for me."
It was also rather hypocritical, since Charles' best friend had said wonderful things about other women that Charles had completely ignored.
"A lovely outfit, I must add. Tell me, am I quite the cad from how you knew me? I'm afraid I haven't been brushing up on reading my history lessons about myself as I should have." Another lie, but he was actually curious.