[As Anna speaks, Paul's expression grows increasingly solemn and wide-eyed. He nods along to her explanation as if she's imparting the most crucial, delicate secrets of the world to him, a student at the foot of a great sage.]

Anna.

[Paul reaches for her hand, reverently, and gestures briefly across the room at a particular out of earshot someone.]

Do you see that boy over there? Grey hair, red eyes? Not very tall?

I will give you absolutely anything you want from my birthday presents if you promise me that you will never, ever tell him that word, or what it means.