Cleaver just shrugged off the Scythe Man thing, though he made a mental note about her recoiling at the possibility of physical contact. There was more to her than portals, whether it was mental or there was another power that wasn't as noticeable would be a puzzle for another day, if he stuck around for another day. He merely shrugged, in his usual brooding way. "Scythe man is all right I guess. Some like Scrapheap challenge over there call me Cleaver, some have called me Death. To be honest I don't pay much attention to my name, I don't tend to use it that much and I haven't used my original name for years just if somehow someone from my life before manages to track me down and find me. The last thing I need is estranged family finding out one of their forefathers is still alive." He merely shrugged it off.

"What do I call you though, I presume you have some form of name you prefer to go by? Most people who haven't been around as long have. Whether it be a real name or some alias that they feel sounds cool."