Quinn did know the power in a name and if he was thinking more than worrying about Cleo, he still wouldn't have given her name. Technically, even the surname he went by wasn't considered his 'true' name. You say Dower to someone and it was just a name, but if you said 'Du Lac' to someone in the know, then it took on a whole different meaning.
"If what I hear about this place is anything to go by, maybe I'll find out at some point," he said dryly. He blinked as she kicked him. He knew it had happened, he saw the movement but he didn't feel it. It took him a moment to shake that off before he refocussed on her.
He sighed softly. "I'm not a hundred percent sure," he admitted. What the hell, he could see she was curious, why not throw her a bone. "But lets go with what I do know. Wizard, sorcerer...mage.. whatever you want to call it. That's me."