[ Feet skid against the ground, and he rests for a moment with his lances poised on the ground. The fact that the other Servant knows his name now poses a mild inconvenience, but not enough that he feels threatened; a curl of his lips, and Diarmuid cants his head to the side in mind scrutiny. ]

I should be flattered that I have a reputation that precedes me.

[ A twirl of his lance, to point Gae Dearg at his opponent. ]

But this is far more convenient. It may be the rule of this war, but to be a knight without a name is tiring.

[ His gaze flicks towards Ai, just to make sure she's alright. ]