She certainly wasn't calling him a liar since she felt he wasn't about this. But she still could not understand just what or how that could be. She lifted her hand up to take his so she could stand without stumbling, once again lifting her robe so it did not tangle with her legs. That was something she did not want to do and seem clumsy in front of him. She wanted him to continue to admire her in the way he did and as she did him.
"Your name?" She had not thought about that before. She had never thought of him as a simple man because he wasn't. "No, Monsieur. I know you as the Phantom of the opera. My Angel."
She hoped that didn't sound childish or that he would not like her for not knowing his name. She had to stay in his favour.