[He could have initiated that part of the conversation long ago, but they were getting on so well it seemed fair enough to allow it to wait. No harm done.]

The pleasure is all mine, Goofy. 'Tis good to have people in this world willing to lend a helping hand such as yourself.

[And then the inevitable question of propriety. He can't help a smile beneath the hood. This isn't the first time he's had to address the concern, and he doubts it will be the last.]

Oh, no. What I am to my own world holds no merit here. Pray, refer to me as Exarch. I have a name beneath the title, but it is one I fear I have not heard in... quite some time. [While that's not entirely the truth, only one until now has ever called him that within the last century, and as much as it wrenched his heart to hear it from that man, it still sounds strange to him.]