Briefly, his brow creases. No one really asks that, not any longer, and there's no simple answer to it.

"Oh, that's a complicated response, lass," he answers as he peels back the lid of the container and selects a muffin, then holds the container out toward her in offering. No reason not to share, after all.

"Many thousands of years ago, I was called Lugh, and somewhere along the way somethin' happened. Not sure when, not sure what, but Lugh became Suibhne mac Colmáin and then he was driven mad by a curse, so he became Buile Shuibhne. Mad Sweeney." He smiles, a bit sad. "Suppose it may be a touch of both."