"You know, you can just call me Iggy. No reason to use the whole list." And he'd left James Griffiths behind for a reason, he wasn't that person anymore, maybe he never had been, but the chance he'd had to be hadn't turned out, and he didn't regret it. Either the trying, or the failure.

There was a brief hesitation, as if still making up his mind, before he reached out, fingertips bumping against the other man's palm just briefly before he actually clasped that offered hand, "Alright, but if this is all some elaborate setup and I'm going to end up waking up in a crummy hotel bathtub full of ice, I can tell you right now that my organs won't really make much on the black market, not compatable with anybody."