"Hai, it's her name," he nods, and laughs at Cesare being all sneaky about taking what's been offered him. "I," he says expansively, still laughing, with a fluting gesture, "am always a good idea. If you like the rosemary, Borgia-kun, although it can't be marinated on such short notice, I can keep some in some oil for the next time you come in. Perhaps with a little garlic?"