It is perhaps a good thing that this child does not seem to fear him. Then again, not many seem to at this age. His cheers as they fly through the air make it even easier to push other concerns to the back of his mind. All else pales in comparison to such unbridled adorable laughter.

Yes, those are indeed the bad guys. Even if Federico and this child are likely of similar nature...the sarkaz has no inclination to return to the mirror, nor to force the little one through it.

As they fly, the thanks given...Federico turns to look at the boy, the corners of his mouth tugging faintly upward. This enthusiasm is infectious. "Nice to meet you as well, bambino."

.....It is. Probably. Telling that it takes until they land on a rather shiny, reflective overhang that the sarkaz realizes. Oh. Normally names are used for such things. (Bless you Baby Mario, this guy's social skills ain't much better...)

"I am Federico. Some call me Messenger. You are welcome to call me what you wish." He hefts the boy a bit higher in the crook of his arm. "What might your name be?"