“What is your name?"Why?"So I can mark your grave...”

“Why will I bury you? So that one day I might disturb your grave.”

“Your name?"The movements of the man's mouth didn't quite match what he was saying, so seeing him speak was a bit like watching a badly dubbed film."Alex Gardiner," Alex said. "Your real name?""I just told you.""You lied. Your real name is Alex Rider.""Why ask if you think you know?”

“So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —”“Don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Look, you can date whoever you want and I will totally support you. I am all about support. Support is my middle name.”“So that’s why you never told me your middle name. I figured it was something embarrassing.”

“But he grins, so brilliantly, not even paying attention. “I love it when you say my name,” he says. “I don’t even know why.” “Warner isn't your name,” I point out. “Your name is *****.” His smile is wide, so wide. “God, I love that.”“Your name?”“Only when you say it.”“*****? Or Warner?”His eyes close. He tilts his head back against the wall. Dimples.”