"I don't see why everyone's complaining," he mutters between kisses along her neck. "It's a perfectly good, very common Anders name." Not like it matters. He wouldn't care if they were all outright laughing at it. It wasn't his name, not like he knew what that was anymore.

He fumbles with his own belts and buckles next, dropping things on a heap to mix with hers. They can sort it out later. For now, he's sliding fingers down to find her clit and brush it. He'll only have charge for so long. Might as well use it to the best he can.