"Addressed?" he echoes, and smirks in amusement as he waves for Jade to stand. "Ahh, politics. I think, in your head, you call me plenty of names -- no? Things you would not say out loud. But titles, they mean nothing. People come to me and say, I am a king, a noble, a ruler of my country. What does it mean to me? All it tells me is how many people they think should be listening to them. They want something, they all have to negotiate to get it. They call me Speaker of the Kitaryl. I will tell you what this means. This means people have decided I should speak for us. If I do it poorly, someone else will take my place. If I die, someone else will take my place. But, titles." He swishes a hand vaguely, clicking his fingers to get the attention of what is presumably a servant standing patiently and quietly so she nearly blends into a wall. "I have no patience for them. I am plenty vain enough without adding to it, no? My name is Zakrian, it is who I am, people should know what it means without adding extra words to it."