It is, for the time being, the name he chooses to go by.

At Conan's introduction, he smiles warmly and dips his head in an almost theatrical little bow of greeting. "A delight to see you again," he says, and seems to mean it, given he hasn't lost his smile upon straightening up. After a moment, he holds a finger a loft as though to say 'a moment,' then turns to gather up a bolt of brilliant sapphire fabric from the stall. He loosens just enough of it to drape it across himself, then turns back to the the boy with arched eyebrows.

"What do you think?" he asks. "Is this my colour, or should I keep looking?"