[He has practice in becoming someone else. Every few decades, he would fake his own death and assume another name. Another story. Another life. Stepping in to it as easily as he changed his wardrobe, always just shy of being well-fitted. Something borrowed.

Why not choose to be him this time around.

After all, who would know any different?

No one to judge him for the mistakes of his grandfather, the first Sankt of Ravka or the regret he came here to undo.

Aleksander's smile turns teasing, just a little bit, when faced with Finn's.]

That is almost cheating, since you know my weakness. I trust that I won't find myself tied up too often, in that case. [and on a more serious note-] You're welcome, but that is the least I could do.