Well. [he leans back, taking another mouthful of his drink as he does so. he makes a mock-toast to her, as he lowers it again] Kudos to you for being one of the few truly decent people I've met in the last year or so.

[a half an hour more, back home, and he would have been one of the dead she could have called upon. he doesn't know that was ever an option, however, his world modern but mundane, and so, after a beat, he continues:] Damien, by the way.

[normally, he wouldn't give his real name, he'd use one of the half-dozen aliases he has and for a half-dozen different reasons, but -- eh. call it a reward for her lack of prying, of pity. blame the not-alcohol, loosening him up a little. whichever. both, maybe]