He watched her, toying his fingers along the patch of skin he had discovered. He wasn't too sure what to make of this one, but as long as she seemed willing to play his game, he was happy.
He smirked as she repeated his name, "good, I'll get you to scream that later." A promise he fully intended to keep, even if she wasn't completely willing. He watched her play and laughed, "No. Far better then some piddly little Greek. I'm from Egypt. Now be good little girl," his voice teasing and almost insulting, "and tell me your name. Or do I have to wrestle it out of you?"