"That's not how it works, kiddo." Gladio pointed out with a warm smile. "You know the deal. You keep callin me 'mister' and I'll keep calling you 'miss'. I'm sure they'd understand once I explain to them!" If he ever had the chance to meet them. He kind of wanted to, in a strange way. He wanted to meet the parents who had raised such a kind and polite child with the whole world on her shoulders.