Considering her actual name? She doubts there will be any dignity once he hears it. Just call it a hunch with that hungry look he's giving her. Rip's now starting to find a side of sympathy for her victims she didn't think was possible to find.

While she's distracted by whether or not giving her name to him is a good idea, the sudden snap of her leash catches her off guard. Rip lets out another soft growl as she stumbles forward and practically into him.

Which leads to the question of whether she should say fuck the rules and really lash out. If she really wanted, she could break the hand holding the leash to start with. Or she could just go straight to tearing out his throat. The resulting time in the People Zoo might be worth it at this point. But, she also had her current dominant to think about.

Fuck.

This little 'giftmonster' really didn't have much in the way of choices right now, did she?

"I vould razher you fuck off und drop my leash." Which she really doubts he is willing to do. So reluctantly, she huffs. "My name iz Rip van Winkle."