Raf likes the distance his name gives him from most of his childhood, likes that it makes it so people don't ask if he's any relation to the Sally Welham, semi-famous artist, at least among certain mostly-American circles.

So his reaction to the Stark name is the same nod he would have given to any introduction. His eyes do skitter to the right, while he tries to figure out what to say next and waits for prodding from the fox in his head. "What year are you?"