There's a pause as he takes that in. Childe has been around childlike immortals long enough to know that sometimes things aren't always what they seem. Far be it from him to be suspicious of a little kid, but it's not the first time the wool has been pulled over his eyes.

Of course, he could be dealing with a particularly precocious kid. He'll leave it at that for now.

"Huh. I guess you're right." The smile on his face seems perfectly practiced and in place, at least.

"Oh, my name is Tartaglia. I'm afraid I didn't catch yours."