"Yes, Mihangel Walsh," he supplied automatically. It didn't really surprise him that she actually remembered his name––the Walsh family was quite small, and there was a rather significant age difference between Nye and himself. Of course, the reason he remembered Allegra's name had nothing to do with that sort of thing, but simply because it was good to know the bare basis about the other families that were purportedly allies of his own.
He accepted the knife and the fork with the expected "Thanks" but he also put a faint smile on his lips. He could make all this as painless as possible, and he had no unpleasant memories of the young Fierro he was talking to. "I do remember you, Allegra." Mihangel walked over to the roast and started to cut around a quarter off it in good-sized slices, and then added with some wryness, "I didn't know you very well, we never really spoke, but I do remember you."