"Seemed an appropriate name to me. Glad you're fine with it." The elf taps his fingers on the table, absently ordering another mug for him. Talking seems a fit distraction, he supposes. After what happened in the tunnels, he's fine with it.

Names. Coming up with a nickname comes with a few flavors; when he did it for his partner, it was with a certain amount of fondness, but he was still Malsaam. But after what happened, better to not be close again. The heart is just too fragile and he prefers to not play against those odds again.

"Where are you from, bean? Can't really seem to pin it down. Usually have an ear for this sort of thing, but it's not always easy to tell." Especially when shitfaced.