"Well that explains the punching." He has a middle class English obliviousness regarding the harm of stereotypes, but he's not hostile. He shakes Joan's hand with a soft grip.

"I'm Norton Folgate. Your husband now, apparently." He gestures with his other hand toward the photograph of them both. "Good thing for all of us we skipped the wedding night. I'd have a challenging time of it carrying you over a threshold."