[He smiles, watching her, lighting another cigarette. He's always done his best thinking on a motorcycle, or with a cigarette to toy with.]

I have a hard time believing in names. At least in mine. A name should have some truth and mine never did. It was more like a nail, trying to keep me in place.

Piper fit at home; I led people to do things. I'm more- sedate here. ...Or I was. [He smiles to himself, savoring the sensation of feeling alive. Really feeling it, being aware of it; how many moments like this does a person get in their lifetime? Two, if they're lucky?]

You can call me anything.