At least this time when Detlef startles him, Faro doesn't flinch. He does flush bright red at being caught.

"Oh, I..." The moment it takes him to turn and lay the blanket up over her back gives him a chance to hide his shame and take a deep breath. It'd be easy to pretend he was whispering it for her, but... if this flirtation is going to go anywhere, then he should be honest.

Farogil takes a deep breath as he looks back towards the other man, "I have trouble wwith words wwhen-" Exasperation monopolizes his face and he gives a see what I mean? kind of sweep at his mouth. "So I practice. When I want to say something."

He shrugs. Farogil wants to be able to joke about her name, too.