[oh, oh dear man, if he only knew. shalem's smile cracks into something more sad.

after all, who was the one who thought about absconding with heads and peeling the flesh from the skulls for decoration in his room?]

My name is Shalem. [and he'll take this as a small victory, despite the circumstances. from one overly dramatic man to another... well, shalem's managed to come out on top for now.]

I have never minded giving out my name, but to not have yours in turn did not feel right. Now that we're equal, this is better, is it not?

I've always preferred calling someone by their name, rather than what they are.