"Siffleur." He answers. This is hardly the first hook-up he's had where names weren't exchanged until afterwards (if at all). "And yours?"

He reaches down and digs out his lighter. A couple of flicks, but no flame. He huffs, and then holds his cigarette out to be lit. "If breaking your neck seems boring, I can kill you in other ways. Most people seem to prefer things to be painless. But you don't seem like most people."