[He smiles a little. Not so fake, to him, but he likes it when people get into the story.]

She tried, though. She guessed and guessed and guessed for the first two days, but she couldn't get his name. Then, on the last day, one of her messengers came back in a rush.

He'd seen him, the imp, dancing around a fire and singing a song. And he'd heard the imp's name.