[Well, he's seen the outfit. Where else is she supposed to put it?

Also, she has pegasus ears for this boat ride now.

Cantarella's eyes blink closed slowly, and they linger shut for the time he speaks. She looks up once he gives his decision. Her eyes are a shade darker than the water here.]

Char, then. Not how I met you...But it's how I'll call you. Since it's what you chose, it holds a certain honesty —your perspective—that a name bestowed upon you by someone else might not.

[Even if he was lying, even if Char was a stolen name or one to which he had no personal investment or attachment, what one chooses to give is important.]