"Yes. Yes, it was."

The bow appeased him, but only slightly, and he did not return the favour. There was something sneaky in that laugh and that smile that Mr. D was pretty sure he didn't trust. Oh well. Something was bound to pop up to keep him on his toes after all.

"I'm Mr. D," he said, lifting the can back to his lips. Names had power, and there was no way he was giving his proper name to just anyone.