[ The pain is unexpected but hardly offputting; Rupert flinches a little underneath M's grip with a flash of something like confusion crossing his face. But it's gone in an instant, as soon as M drops his grip, and Rupert raises his fingertips to wonderingly touch the red mark it had left on his chin. ]

You could give me your name, at least?

[ He says to Midnighter's departing figure. Perhaps they'll run into each other again. ]

A small consolation prize, seeing as I am forbidden to have anything else of yours.