[Anthony regards him for a moment, a glimmer of something akin to pity or sheepish regret in his eyes. For a moment, it almost looks like he's realized how unreasonably short he's being with the other man.]

My apologies, that must be quite difficult for you. [He says it as if being American was some kind of affliction.

He grimaces slightly as he straightens his coat and clears his throat. He's obviously struggling with whatever he's about to say.]

I fear we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I apologize, it's not every day that one runs into someone who looks identical to them. Or awakens in a strange house without explanation. [He pauses as a thought strikes him, giving Tim an assessing look.] Are you the lord of this house, lord..... Tim.

[He doubts it, but it seems worth an ask.]