He understood the meaning of what she said. Names were power. Even to mere mortals such as himself. He'd learned that much in being here. His name was bound illicit many different reactions to those that he told it to. Most of them negative. They knew his name and what he was before he ever had a chance. Another thing that might have bothered somebody else, but he found it incredibly interesting. He liked to study their reactions to him. To discovering who he was, what he could do. The fear in their eyes. The way their hearts would speed up. The smell of the terror as it seeped through their flesh.
But he knew that the power his name had was not the same as hers. He knew that nobody could hold him against his will because of his name. Though, Hannibal doubted highly that many would do such a thing to Baba Yaga. He had the impression the City had done so to her as it had done to him, and she was far more unhappy about it.
He supposed she had every reason to be.
"Red is fitting." He shrugged lightly. "But I'm guessing it gets you more questions. Why a color, they would ask. Is it short for anything, they would ask."
Humans were naturally curious creatures. In all things. It could be very detrimental to their health, but it could also prove to enlighten them. Most were careless about their curiosities. As the young man of the couple had been when he'd done more then simply glance at the topless girls not too far away. Had he been more careful about it, perhaps the tiff with his girlfriend wouldn't have happened at all.
"Is your interest in them the same as mine, Baba?"