"You do?"
"Yes. And it's not like you won't add my name to yours, right?"
"Of course I'll add your name!" Her posture exudes absolute relief as she lets her shoulders loosen, smiling down at me — you know, from up, since she's straddling me and all, "I've decided on Seneca M. Rye. How does that sound?" She asks, waggling her eyebrows.
"Awesome, though it kind of ruins the effect. But, what the hell, I'll live with it." I shrug, smiling at her to reassure her that I'm completely fine with it. "Besides, I'm not very keen of my last name anyway. It connects me to a person I'd rather not think about." She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off, once again, "But, I'll have to mark you soon. Wouldn't want anyone having a misconception about whom you belong to."