Charles, Anne and Henry
Mason was about to comment on Anne's praise when Charles came over. He looked over at the man and smothered a laugh. He squeezed Anne's waist, wondering if she had any idea that he would react that way. He had a feeling his fiesty wife knew.
"Sorry, mate," Mason said. "I've gotten that a lot since Anne's arrival. Name's Mason, actually. I just have a very good resemblance to this Lord Knife person."
He cringed a bit before glancing at Anne then at Charles. "I mean Lord Knivert."