She glanced over at him, sizing him up. She'd been introducing herself as Mal, generally, not Maladict or Maladicta - although she wasn't at home, so the names might not mean anything at all. The neutrality of it suited her in this place, she felt.

"That's a loaded question," she said, "isn't it? If you want the name they gave me, it's Milena. My real name is Mal, and you may call me whichever suits." Of course, it would reveal something, which one he chose, and she watched him expectantly.