[ Whatever. If he's cool with it, that's probably better for him. He laughs and waggles his cigarette at Flat playfully, like he's scolding him, but there's no bite behind it. He's being playful. ]

That's brazen, ain't it? You were worried about the secrets a second ago, but not mine?

[ He pops the cigarette into his mouth and gives a lazy shrug as he grins. ]

'Cept, I don't really care, so sure.

[ He's on another level, after all. It's arrogance, but he feels it's deserved, since it had taken extensive cheating to fit his spirit into the parameters of a Servant in the first place. Knowing his name wouldn't change a damn thing. It's why there's a little glint of something sharper in his eyes as he gives his name, since it's interesting to see how mages react to it in particular. ]

Tezcatlipoca.