"Communism blows chunks, kitty cat," he tsks, well-aware Ferroc couldn't comprehend such a term. "Capitalism or bust under this roof."

But sure, he can have a name. He was all too proud to share it, as he was defined by it, sacrificed everything for it. He closes his hand around those claws, perhaps another sign that he might very well be a cub but one with plenty of backbone. More than enough to handle any charr.

"It's Kaiba. Seto Kaiba. Don't worry, I'll be in touch."