"Ah, you other werewolf Hemingway write about," Sardonyx nodded in acknowledgment, setting down his stirrer. "He tell me strange things, say you wear sweaters without sleeves. Make no sense."
He returned the inclined head with a similar gesture, bowing just a little bit more.
"I obviously Sardonyx Monsonego. You call me Nyx, or Onyx. Or You, Hey You, Tall & Skinny, or just throw things at back of head to get attention. Whatever. I not picky."