Neither title nor organization are familiar to him, but that doesn't mean it isn't interesting. Then again, everything was. "Who are the Convocation of Fourteen?" One number off. One fragile number away from Xehanort's own destiny in another Organization entirely, likewise shrouded in black cloaks - but fourteen?

Curiosity is a compulsion all its own, though. The need to know an ever relentless drive. Without any negative or positive connection, it's only interesting.

Manners!

"...Ah. I am Xehanort, of no particular organization save my service to the King of Radiant Garden." When given a name, it's good to provide one in return! It's the only name he knew, whether or not it was his, and certainly far less important sounding than being a member of this very closed-membership Convocation.