Aish, young master, who can remember your name? Who ca--

[Ah. Right. He's supposed to care. It may have worked better without the eyeroll, but whatever. He's said 'young master', surely that's good enough.

He may have made another bad attempt at faking manners, but the question seems more important, so he leans forward, gesturing toward the decaying arm.]

Here. Can I? You don't seem to mind and I'd be interested, so is it not selfish to say no?