It takes him a moment to parse the names and he's only met one of them (he thinks,) so far. Plenty of time to find out who everyone else is, as he suspects he is going to have to do in one way or another.

It finally occurs to him that he should start with the little boy happily snuggled up to him. "I do not know your name, though," he says.

His eyes are slipping shut again and the thought idly comes to him that maybe he should find someplace more comfortable to rest. The rest of him soundly fails to pick up on that notion and instead he finds himself remaining right where he is, still and warm and quiet.