"Wales. Cardiff, Wales." Which isn't really an accurate answer, but it's significantly faster than trying to explain his home and his accent, neither of which have been Welsh for quite a while. "Mostly," he adds in deference to that.

He twirls a chip and then bites it, swallowing a twinge of homesickness with it. He has - dare he say it - started to hear just a hint of New York in his words of late, particularly when using Americanisms. This time, at least, it isn't intentional, but it's like trying to stop the tide. When he opens his mouth again, he's gone full valley boy, briefly embracing the accent he's suppressed and modified ever since he moved to London. "I've had to dial back on it a bit for you Yanks, yeah? Mm. For ease of communication."