`` i did n't , but a girl can hope , ca n't she ? '' she was certain she had n't told him her name . victor said setting the quill down and stretching from the chair . i slap his hands away from me , taking a step back to glare at him . i can see the relief play out on his features and he wipes his brow with his hand , then dries it on his grey , dirty shirt , just under the pocket . 