Aaron grabbed the oil she set in front of her and dabbed a small amount into his hand, rubbing it in his palms. He snorted at the possibility that his name could be Really Interesting. He'd have to have terrible parents to earn a name like that. He supposed he'd have to answer her or she'd only keep asking. "It's Aaron. Lavigne. It's French for the vine." He spoke the second part oozing with dramatics.
He threaded his fingers into her hair and began rubbing her temples. "You think that's it? Do we know each other from school?" He cocked his head to the side, dodging her question once more.