Byron knew that most any fae could out maneuver him if he attacked, but the instinctive reaction to his birth name did not come with forethought of supernatural versus supernatural. With her words, Byron's grip settled at its position around her neck; controlling instead of threatening. "There are a great many strange creatures this place attracts, why not multiple of the same kind?" He retorted.
A dark smirk pulled at his lips as he pushed her away from the doorway out of sight of any patrons. Leaning into her ear, whispering lightly, "Do not use that name again, Zanna. He is well dead now, barely a memory amongst even those that follow noble lineages. I have told you before."
Byron slid a knife out from the back of his pants. Lightly dragging the blade up her arm, his smirk turned into a welcoming grin. "I would not hear it of you leaving with a goodbye, but your kind are so flighty to locations it would not surprise me to find you moved on."