She wriggles in anticipatory pleasure when he opens his fly; so very little separates them now - her ridiculous underwear, and whatever patience they have left. Good things come to those who wait. Today, anyway. Tomorrow, she might just prefer to jump him. Especially if he has a kilt. Worn traditionally. She might like to crawl up under it.

The name thing is mostly why she only uses Eurydice professionally... and with him. Too many mangle it, and too many know what they think is myth, especially when they meet him. So Ree is easier. Dee would be better, but language is messy. Technically, they both have made up surnames.

"Mama would be happy if you took my name," she sighs, and nuzzles his hair. "But since you gave permission and said anything, I really think you should take me. Now. Here. On the floor, in honour of your tuba."