It probably doesn't matter what time it is; Parry has not, in fact, been keeping track.
When his phone rings, it would be a lie to say he grabs it right away; between the moments required for him to notice it, then to find it, then to stare at it in confusion, it's probably not more than a single second from tripping to voicemail when he hits the button to accept the call.
"Oui?"
His voice is hoarse, cracked, dull – nothing much at all like his usual honey-and-velvet.