I tell him my real name, and feel that therefore I am known.
Naming is such a powerful mark of identity. In it, it defers what the object/person actually is. The executions are thus called salvagings, the abusers are called Aunts as a form of a mother's harsh love, and the place of happiness is called Jezebel's. In a sense, morality is shifted (ironically) through the use of contradicting nomenclature.