Remi wiggled the impaling fork back and forth with an index finger. It was buried decently into the table so it didn't work out of the woodwork just yet.

"I did introduce myself to your father not long after I arrived in this reality. And made sure he knew I had no designs on Atlantis. Forks are the mightiest of utensils." He stopped playing with the quivering fork and looked at his half-sister. "Remi deNamor, crown prince of a different Atlantis. And you are...?"