Anzu raises an eyebrow; he can tell Dimitri has half-wandered off into memories of a place much worse than their present location (the ship again, he assumes, wrongly), but he can't quite follow why introducing oneself with one name rather than another would be a deception.

"Darling, I don't go around asking people to call me what my family calls me, nu?" he says, gently. "By us back home, one has a civic name, and a name for the beys medresh, and the two may not be the name one's family uses, neither. And that's ah, not even getting into the matters of ... why one may want to change one's name, and live as someone other than what their family assumed they'd live as, nu?"

And only belatedly does it occur to him that Dimitri might be fearing something, well, supranatural. Something that might be technically Anzu's job to deal with, if it were to turn up in his neighbourhood, but something that he's rarely even heard of.

"If thou'rt concealing thy name for fear of a gentry other than mortal, darling," he says, "I should rather hope the old lady what let us in here is as discerning as she looks. But ... nu. Worry not. I'll call thee what thou ask'st me to call thee, and none of my business as to the reason behind such a request."