[ He's prepared to call a spade a spade, but calling something what it is happens to be a bit different from looking it in the eye. Famously, not his strong suit. ]

It's Lighter. [ A straightforward answer. ] I have some experience with winning over a crowd. Not in this context, of course...

[ But what is he used to in this context? Not much. Spotting the table in question, Lighter makes his way over. He does have some reservations about how well this is going to work, but Sunday's grip is convincing enough on his collar that he goes with it. Gently, he leans over into the little nook, slipping Sunday's legs free as underneath the table as he can get them so he doesn't immediately float away again. ]

S'pose if I'm going to keep an eye on you, I should ask your name in return.

[ He's not NPC-coded, so it's probably safe to engage. ]