"And yet, it was the first name you choose to give me," he countered as they moved to the room. The door opened to an adequate room. It was not quite as nice as the previous, having only the single long open area that contained a bed, table and chair with a mini-fridge tucked nearby. The bathroom was half again the size of the previous and likely didn't have nearly as nice or large a tub.
"If you don't want to be Laura than pick a different name. It certainly sounds like you don't want to be the number - else why would you even keep the name, hmm?" Again, that mild bored tone that seemed to permeate everything he said filled his voice, though this time it did have something of an edge of curiosity. The man liked a good philosophical debate and few even realized the ideas of naming and the conventions behind them were seeped in philosophy.
The bags he set to the side of the dresser that doubled as the television stand directly across from the end of the bed, then shrugged off his coat and lay it over a chair. The basics of orgainization taken care of, he moved to pull out his laptop so he could continue to set his affairs in order while he waited for the new year to come and go. It would be a rather dull time, this coming week. What was playing in New York?
What was always playing in New York? "How do you feel about the Phantom of the Opera?"