She gazed evenly at him a moment longer, searching in vain for the slightest trace of trickery. She found none, and settled back into her chair.<br/>"Suit yourself, then."<br/>Her vivid, crimson eyes studied him intently as he spoke. She'd already eaten, and she didn't trust this being nearly enough to sleep. The compliment took her by surprise, and her eyes circled the room, wondering if he saw something she did not. The house was... A dump, really. It was small and drafty, and even the slightest breeze made it groan in protest. Still, though, it was a roof over her head.<br/>"It is adequate," She murmured in assent.<br/><br/>His amusement irked her slightly. She was not new to the game, and while her knowledge of reapers was limited, her knowledge of names was not. She paused a moment, thinking carefully. A name was only truly powerful when given in full. She could give him her first name as well as her last, and still be safe, as long as she kept her middle name under wraps.<br/><br/>She sighed slightly, not liking all these precautions, but knowing they were necessary.<br/>"Scarlet. Scarlet Carson."