He bends like a reed into Devin's arms and smiles, eyes closed, when he receives that kiss to his forehead; he'd stand up on his toes to follow it up with a warmer one if that wouldn't defeat the purpose leaving the apartment today.

"Besides, by that logic I'm a poor partner for not knowing your name."

"A sound point," the Fool rejoins with a rather enigmatic smile that suggests he's heard that request quite clearly. He allows a moment of considering silence to settle between them as he regards his lover with thoughtful fondness; how to answer that unvoiced question, when he has carried so many names over the course of his life? But he knows the one that Devin would know.

He lifts his chin, and a hand, so that he can thread some of Devin's hair back from his eyes. "Would you call me by my name, if I told it to you?" he asks... and there's something almost sly in his eyes, as though he finds this discussion amusing for some private reason.