[There's the softest of chuckles from the Balladeer as his name is spoken. It's pronounced just fine, but there's something in the way Tartaglia repeats it to himself that just tickles him.]

You're welcome to call me whichever name you prefer. There are already a few here that know that name, so it would not be out of place should you want to use it.

[Of course out of everyone that knew it now, only Childe was the one it had actually been given to. The others had either found out unintentionally or just so happened to be his creator. If the Eleventh wanted to use it then he would be the first to do so with permission, and that he feels matters most.

Scaramouche eyes the dango, mulling over the request in his mind. What's happening here is he's being bribed with sweets, something he doesn't particularly want to say no to. If Tartaglia wants to do everything then he has little reason to not allow him to do so, but a part of him feels it somewhat unfair - like he should also be contributing somehow. A compromise would perhaps would do well here, or he resigns himself to doing something else for the Harbinger at a later time.]

Fine, but eventually you're going to have to let me do something for you. You're not always going to have dango on hand to persuade me, and I'd like to do something nice for you as well. I won't take no for an answer.