Her smile fades a bit and she just looks at him for a moment, brows drawing together. She feels embarrassed, like this is a question she should have a different answer to. And it was all going so well. "I..." She looks back up toward the ceiling, as if the answer will be there. "I'm sorry. I... I should... I should know this, shouldn't I? I can't remember."

There's nothing at all coy about this. She looks back toward him. "Will you still tell me your name?"