Not as dumb as he thinks he is then, if he remembers something as obscure as that. Though he had not granted his full name, just two by which he was best known. But that he would then in turn ask for hers...? To have summoned her at all, he had to know her true name, needed it to invoke the control spells to bind her to his service. Was that, too, a mistake on his part?

Just...recklessness. Such things would get him killed, like as not. Yet there was an appeal there, in spite of her nature.

Her lips purse a moment, green eyes dark beneath demon-long lashes, before there is a shrug of aqua-blue shoulders. "It is for the one that summoned me to grant me a name. Call me what you will." But there's still an undertone, something underscored by the lash of her tail, that make it clear that what she expects is 'demon', nothing like a name.

Just don't make it dumb, honestly. Wings still settled, she moves towards the sofa, taking the opposite empty space. There's a soft hisssss as she walks past the tomato circle on the floor, before it begins to flake, the particles floating upwards and crackling until they disappear.

No stain left to explain to the landlord. "So, York, what is it that you do here?"