[ He…hadn’t expected her to offer up a suggestion of her own, actually. Maybe he should have. It’s not like she’s hesitated to give her opinion thus far. ]

Sort of. [ He knows about middle names, and it’s not exactly what the Romanovich is, but it’s close enough. ] I mean, yes, that is my name. [ Never mind that she’s not quite pronouncing the ‘r’s right — that’s a fight for a different day. He can’t imagine how he’s been butchering her name, so he doesn’t have much room to complain. ] I don’t want to confuse you, of course! Stop me if I’m not making sense.

[ He even manages to chuckle at the end, as though him not making sense is an idea so preposterous it merits laughter. ]

Beth Annette. I can do that. [ It almost sounds like a proper Russian name, and if he tries hard enough he can imagine he’s addressing her in the proper Russian manner. Beth Annette. Beth Annette Raskolnikov, to anyone who asks. ]

It’s a pretty name.