[The promise draws a- not quite a laugh, but a sound of amusement, anyway. What a bizarre mood this was- grieving for what was lost, yet not despairing of it.]

Good. Perhaps I can tell you more of it sometime. If you're going to leave a proper record.

[The consideration towards his name gets a thoughtful frown, and he looks aside, inspecting the back of the couch instead.]

For my name... well, you've earned the right to use it, I suppose. I don't mind.

[He had very, very few things that were truly his own. Not objects, not physical form, not the title of his position.

To be reminded of one of them... might not be unpleasant.]