He'd see through the bullshit, in any case, and all it would be is an aggravation. While he's already slowly bleeding out he doesn't need the irritation of knowing he's being lied to at the same time.

They're just lucky the sword isn't his.

"My-- ah, ow." Richard can't help but laugh just then. Fuck, it hurts. "My son. Tony. Anthony Sparado. He'd want to know.. what happened to me."