"Scarfed?" Anton knew the word - something that went around one's neck. He had no idea what that had to do with eating, but he did indeed want another one. "Yes, please. And oh.. I may have missed your names in all that, or maybe it's just that my mind is trying to comprehend all this without going slowly mad."
He gave them a sheepish smile. "Frederick Anton Reiker, though friends call me Anton, and you are both welcome to."
After all, they'd been in battle together. Battle with wooden sticks and crossbows and flamethrowers and toy guns filled with acid-face causing water, and VAMPIRES at that.
Oh, and they were feeding him, which made them friendly in his book.