Giles tilts his head subtly to one side, and spends a long time thinking about how to answer. Whether to answer the question first, or try to explain the strange things Ginger had said. The beginnings of five different explanations float to the surface of his mind, but they're all far more complicated than what is ultimately a simple question warrants.

"I'm not certain I'd do such a thing, it is becoming clearer and clearer that he was not the man I knew in anything more than name, but..." He takes a breath before continuing, pushing down the uncertainty that's trying to make itself known, "Although my name has been Ernest for as long as you've known me, it hasn't always been, no. That much I thought was obvious."