Richard shook his head on both accounts. If you wrote the sort of stuff he wrote, you'd never write your real name to it! Not that it mattered to his family, who refused to speak to him. Of course, that wasn't entirely a bad thing. He wasn't much for people and not having to deal with family had been a blessing in disguise. Though, rarely getting laid wasn't so great either, but he did hire prostitutes on his birthday and once or twice a year to help with those sorts of urges. They always seemed happy when they left, but whether that was because of the sex or the money he had never quite been able to figure out.<br/><br/>"No, no...thats a pseudonym. My real name is Richard Simon...but you're not allowed to tell anyone that. I mean, about my pen name being me." His gaze was drawn by her hands and he was confused as to why she suddenly seemed to be trying to cover up in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders at that and picked up the loose leaf paper again, leaving the coffee cup where he had set it down.<br/><br/>"I don't write about the occult...how pedestrian! No, you'll have to read the book to find out what its about and draw your own conclusions from that." He had always found talking about sex, especially his writings, to be extremely awkward. Its why he liked doing everything remotely with his agent and publisher. Never phone calls, always texts and emails. The written word was easy. The spoken word, not so much.