[There's brief rise of an eyebrow during the rant, clearly expressing his doubts on the subject of it. The surname given is just icing on the cake it seems. While he accepts the offered hand, its just to extend a small shake of it as he gives his own name to confirm his identity.]

Rumpelstiltskin. Also known as Mr. Gold.

[He let his hand drop to his side as he continued, keeping a tight reign on his own emotions.]

Belle is my wife. As for...my son, he's dead. Neither of your mothers are married to me, in fact one is in love with an ex-thief, the other fancied a pirate. As for the last week, we've had to deal with not just one Dark One, but several of them. We're fortunate that little crisis ended as well as it did, though given Emma has decided to drag a group of us down to the Underworld to retrieve her pirate love, perhaps I shouldn't say it has ended just yet. It just seems to have changed in nature. I was on the ferry on the way to the Underworld when I arrived here. Given that you were on it as well, I thought perhaps you might be the grandson I knew. Obviously you aren't.

[Unless someone was playing games with them, this wasn't the boy he knew. No matter the similarities.]