He wouldn't protest the designations, certainly, if Ienzo ever voiced them; he might even preen at them a little, in fact, the casual possession and implied interest in those words something to keep him warm, rather than insult him. But he's never once, not even for a moment, considered himself such. He would be surprised to hear them, applied to him, even as he seeks Ienzo's approval for just about everything and would gladly follow whatever orders he had to give.

Then again, dogs aren't exactly embarrassed to be dogs either, are they? It may just be that he cannot fully comprehend why it ought to matter. It simply is, and has been, since he opened lamplight eyes and struggled to hang on to the remains of an old life that, even now, still feels more like a dream than a series of events that actually happened to him.

Gustave's fingers just crinkle the one he's holding a little more, while Ienzo smooths his. One of the members of the Restoration Committee had brought him his and his eyes have kept being drawn back to it, over the course of the day. Not much about Gustave is ever really very childish, but he stewards over his lantern with all the studiousness of someone who has never done it before. He treats it like it's made of gold, or possibly diamonds, and Ienzo might have thought that this was because he was so excited about the festival, but now, just a few minutes before they are to release them, truth reveals itself.

"Is it alright?" he asks, suddenly, turning slightly to look at Ienzo, worried, "Is it alright for me to have one? I thought it would be strange for me not to, but..."