They notice the flexing, but it just amuses them, really.

Chris shakes his hand, and smiles warmly. "Chris is just fine. I prefer it, though 'Freeman' is just as good." When Max gives his name, though, Chris's grip falters for a moment. And they will take hold of his wrist to keep him from pulling away.

"Max. Are you... do you know... a Lord Erik Osborne?" The question is quiet, but their blue eyes are fixed on his face, wide and curious.