[Tony doesn't say anything to the first statement. It's true enough. The world seems to be made of fishbowls that only limit people like Arthur. They're all subject to public opinions and expectations, and those are things that some people, good people, don't deserve to have put on them. That's a truth Tony can't change.

But the second part makes him smile. He looks at the egg and, after a pause, lightly runs the tips of his fingers over the edge.]

If it were me, I'd want to be given a name by someone that cared about me. Even if it was an adopted name. Knowing that someone thought enough about me to want to call me... something always means a lot. That sort of thing is universal.