His name. He often forgot it himself, but she never did. She was one of only two humans who ever, ever knew his name. It made her special. It kept him connected to her---not that he could stop that even if he wanted to.

She moved up his body and his hands moved to her wrists, taking hold of them and moving them. He wished he had full access of his legs, he'd simply flip her over, like he wanted to do. Instead, he had to be more creative.

Which was good. It was worth it, the extra thought.

"Rose." Her name came out as another growl. Part affection, part a curse. She drove him mad, but he loved her. That was Rose.