[To his credit, he doesn't startle, although it seems like you successfully snuck up on him, sir. He looks up, lowering his hand from where he was starting to worry his curls absently.]

Oh- Perhaps, but this is the one that I believe we all have a copy of. The one with our information in it.

[Fun fact the Balladeer is on the page right before Benjamin! Somehow, despite that, there's minimal suspicion in Benjamin's voice as he nonetheless slides the yearbook across the table, now open to the Balladeer's face.]

...You photograph well, Mr. Balladeer. As if you posed for it, almost.