CK: Hey! You with the bad hair day — I’ve been trying to talk to you!
Me: Been busy.
CK: Too busy to give me a name? What the hell is this CK you insist on calling me? Do I look like I make purses?
Me: It’s short for Cursed Knight.
CK: I’m not a knight, woman. I’m a warrior.
Me: *shrug* You’ve evolved since I slapped a working title up there.
CK: So when you might be free long enough to give me a proper name?
Me: When I figure out what kind of warrior you are.
CK: What kind of warrior? Fierce. Loyal. Feared by —
Me: I meant like Saxon or Scottish or French —
CK: French? Are you mad, woman?
Me: Quite. Why don’t you tell me, then?
CK: I won’t tell you until you give me a name.
Me: I can’t give you a name until you tell me!
Heroine: *runs off with a vampire*