"Give your name." Scarletella tries to make his voice sound as charming as possible.

Yes, this is meant to be.

They were tributes to him. The blood. The sacrifices. He's certain of it, that these little gifts were left to catch his eye.

Oh, his eye was caught. And he wants.

"You give your name." His tone is more forceful, this time. He's peering out from beneath his umbrella with a dead stare.