"You my call me Fëanáro, madam," he replies. "It is my best-liked name."

The word he's looking for of course is preferred, but it never came up on the walk over.

"I thank you."

And though he has never seen a being that looks so... old as she, he does not stare; he is not rude, no matter what others say, merely disdainful of unwarranted courtesies.