[ Without missing a beat, and without seeming too upset by the name, he offers a gentle correction. ]

My name is Emet-Selch, my dear.

[ He calls out to the tree in spite of Barnaby's question. ]

Well? Is this enough to satisfy your demands? [ He motions to the pile. ] One piece of us offered to you willingly by all parties involved. Those were your stipulations and we have met them amicably.

[ There is no response. Is it their imagination, or is the poison beginning to thin...? ]