He can't quite read Noah's sputtered reaction, at least not at first. But then Noah smiles a bit, his eyes lighting up and Freddie relaxes, giving only an easy shrug.

"Yeah, guess so," he says, striving for aloof. "Not that sweet, is it? People might think I named her after you because you share personality traits and what if she turns out to be an arsehole? Or a fucking ghost."

The last is said with a bit of a grin, most of it hidden behind the rim of his bottle as he takes another sip.