Redhawk Caldera you'll know what makes a real man

The girl calmed down a bit, she almost looked like she was sorry for snapping at him. Lagan didn't care whether or not she was sorry, he wanted to be her friend either way. She answered his question, her name was Ivy. That was a nice name. And then she asked his... again. He wondered if she knew or not, about her little mess up. He opened his mouth, but only air came out as he tried to decide whether or not to point it out to her. To say or not to say, that was the question. Every mischievous bone in his body told him it would be hilarious to point it out, and see the look on her face. But the part of him that didn't want to get yelled at again said otherwise.

It's Lagan, you must've forgot because I already told you. Mischief won him over, and he chuckled a little after saying it.