[There is a moment when it seems as if Sieglinde will stick to her statement. A slight furrow in the brow, a purse of lips, a little tap of her fingers on her leg... but in the end, she lifts her hands and splays them along with her shrug.]

Very well, Silco. We shall do it in the accordance of your culture, and I will grant you dispensation to call me by my given name of Sieglinde.

[She as been taught recently of the importance of minding one's manners... it seemed she'd have to put those lessons to use. Even if it was slightly irritating.]