This was getting entertaining. He hadn't met someone cold and remote as the moon, or even mildly inscrutable for what seemed like centuries. He'd known hundreds of quizzical and amusing individuals; they were not as far-fetched a notion in his wild, passionate, unconventional life. It only seemed to him a bit alarming now and then, for someone to know his name. And the reason why, he wasn't so certain. After all, as aforementioned, she could have found it at a show, even on the apartment list downstairs.
But, if she wanted to be shuddery to him, he'd be shivery right back.
"But thanks for the cigarette." Said he, as he brought up one of her white Marlboro menthols between them. It was indeed one of hers. How the magician managed though, well... a true magician never reveals his secrets. "Have a lighter?"
Was he going to have to pay her out to keep her quiet? He sighed inwardly. That money was his!