[ A laugh, low and throaty. ]

I told you to guess my name, not to do good things to my ego.

[ He motions for Grell to follow him in a direction where the screams seem fainter and the scent of blood seems less potent; moving is a good option, he's never been a fan of being a sitting duck. ]

But you'd be right on that last point: no warrior worth his salt lies about the name he's been given by kin.

[ A point of pride, a samurai's honor. He'd killed the man who killed his father, and in turn, he'll always choose 'Sam' over 'Minuano'. ]