His smaller, shyer smile transformed his face. His eyes drifted from hers to her shoulder, as his fingertips traced their way up her arm and found the line of her clavicle and neck. He sketched it all in his hand like he'd never touched another being before.

He didn't know why he thought it. Still less why he chose to actually say it. But he did; murmured, "You know I didn't give you a real name, right?"

Nor would he now; but it felt important, at the least, that they have just that little more honesty. They could still use fake names, under the mutual agreement that that's what they were.