"At least it's better than Zillyhoo," she decides flippantly. Really, who let The Grand Highblood pick that? Nevermind that everyone around him lived in terror of being smeared into the bloody kaleidoscope of his walls.

"I go by Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, although Mindfang will do for casual conversation." She leans forward a bit, chin perched in her mechanical hand, ignoring the marks that the edge of her metal elbow leaves on the wooden table. "Are you reconciled to the linguistic concession? If others prefer it, does that mean you do not? It would hardly be taxing to learn."