"Oh-ho! There it is! And if you're using the chopped down version, I suppose you won't mind if I started calling you Monty." Jillian Ashfeld chuckled lightly as he spoke her name. She couldn't even be bothered to count the amount of times that mindless guys had come up to her, asking for an autograph, or a question as to when she was finally going to give in and start posing for dirty magazines, which turned out to be the fates of many a failed superstar. The former question got a wave off, maybe a signature if the guy was polite enough, the latter got the person asking, who was usually drunk, a nice knuckle sandwich.