She shouldn't have to give him anything, he's her third gift of information. But also, she's pretty sure pointing that out won't get them anywhere, neither of them likes to feel like they're giving something for free.

She obligingly follows him down onto the bed, wrapping one leg lazily around his waist as her forearms again drape over his shoulders. She studies his face curiously, eyes lingering on the scars. She likes those, she'd liked them the first time she saw him. She'll definitely have to ask about them.

After a moment of thought, though, she's got her offer for him. "I'll tell you how I got my name."