Incoherent

"Speaking of names, what's yours?" I asked. "What's your name?" "I asked you first," I frowned a bit and crossed my arms. The boy just shrugged and waited for an answer from me. I sighed. "Lillian Mora Maxwell." "Thomas. Thomas Bright." He grinned at me cockily. I don't think I'll ever forget his smile. It was... Ench...