Andrew really shouldn't laugh. It's obviously a cultural difference, and nothing at all to do with them making themselves adorable to larger species. He knows better than to apply his own cultural perceptions to things like foreign names or make fun of someone for traditions.

He laughs. "Does he have an uncle named Zipper-Pull Refrigerator? No, sorry -- sorry, rude. Sorry." He's still laughing, though.

And, well, it's either accept the offer or run away, really, and only one of those options both grants him temporary access to the ROMAC apartments and gets him down to Chelsea. "Alright," he decides when his latest fit of giggles passes.