The Master feigns affrontedness at the boy's words about the Cat. "And how would you know that? I doubt you have any idea what it's saying-" he lowers his voice to a stage whisper, "-you don't seem to have the mind for it."

As for his name, he did earn it. It was one of the few things –years and years of tedious study and lecturing and daydreaming in the citadel– he had bothered to earn in his life. But it wasn't as though the child's opinion mattered on it. Even if he had existed, it would have made no difference. "Well, if that's as original as you can get, I suppose you can leave." And he fingerwaves at Setsuna this time.