"...Scar?" Ratigan coughed, slowly moving his hand back to his side when 'Scar' didn't shake it, "I...which nationality is that, if I may be so bold?" That certainly didn't sound English, which is what Ratigan had originally guessed based off of his companion's accent. Surely it had to be some sort of nickname or alias.

There was the obvious question as to why Scar would hide his real name, but also why he would try and hide the truth from someone he had just met with such a mysterious name. Why not just make one up? Then again, Ratigan had made his fair share of amateur mistakes when he was starting out. Perhaps Scar was just beginning his life of crime.

"Well, it looks like we shan't be playing a game together..." Ratigan sighed, resting his chin on his hand, "Unless, of course, you have some sort of game we could play. Perhaps a round of word association would be fun..."