The purpose of the introduction was simple; to get a name. There were two main ways to influence a fae's glamour; words and truth. The first was more common - get someone to say 'thank you', get someone to make a deal, get someone to owe you, and the glamour gets stronger. In those cases, it didn't matter if they meant it when they said 'thank you' or if they intended to carry out the deal - just getting them to say it gave the fae power. 

The second one, the truth, gave power in more ways than one. A fae's glamour could waver in strength depending on certain truths, regardless if spoken aloud. Confidence and belief, for instance - if the fae was confident and the listener wasn't already suspicious, the glamour worked best, while a nervous fae speaking to a skeptical audience would be considerably weaker. Even if a nervous fae acted confident or a suspicious target acted gullible, the glamour would weaken, because in this case the glamour depends on the truth of their feelings, not how they present themselves. Using this, a fae can discern certain truths, such as if someone is lying about if they believe the fae, based on if the fae actually feels his glamour grow stronger. However, in this way a fae who begins to doubt the effectiveness can cause his glamours to weaken, and upon feeling them weaken can doubt even more, and so on until the glamour is essentially dispelled.

One thing that worked with both truth and words was the name. For a fae to be able to use a person's true name to strengthen their glamour against them, it needed to be [i]gifted,[/i] in a sense. It had to be said out loud, but it also needed be [i]true[/i] for the effect to work. Luckily, most humans never bother hiding their true name, and those that do are generally not up to any good.

So when 'Josip Dragnov' introduced himself, Simon could tell it wasn't, at least, his true name. But that wasn't all he felt with his glamour.

As soon as the man looked over at him and stopped mid-sentence, Simon felt his glamour laying its hooks into him. It was a rush, the oldest and most familiar familiar form of intoxication Simon had. In the Hunt, the rush came whenever he was in pursuit or had his prey at his mercy; that familiar feeling of fae superiority, of knowing with every fiber of your being that your prey is dancing to your tune, that you are holding their strings. Of course, Simon knew now that fae weren't quite as superior as he used to think, and that the high of the glamour is what made many fae cruel. But he also knew just how manipulative a fae could be if they knew how to play the game right, so he pressed on.

The man called him 'familiar' and took in the glamour rather quickly, which made Simon curious. The scent from before - perhaps a fae had metaphorically softened him up before? But his lack of overt suspicion made him doubt it. Maybe he hadn't [i]known[/i] they were fae? It would explain his fae-touched scent and lack of defenses against glamours. If he was a hunter - which the fake name seemed to imply - he at least wasn't a hunter of fae, or else he likely would've been more cagey about introducing himself and wouldn't have accepted Simon's offered cigarette (though in this case Simon was legit just sharing a smoke as opposed to trying any fae tricks). It was amazing how much one could learn from one introduction.

He put on a supremely self-confident smile before shaking Josip's hand. "I wouldn't say my yearning days are over just yet, but no, I'm not from Gravette." His voice had the slightest hint of a rasp; not a rasp that came from his smoking habit (fae were blessed with wondrous health to counteract their tendencies toward indulging heavily in vice), but a more pleasing natural tone, albeit one that didn't quite fit how he looked. "I'm from pretty far off, but small world, eh? I've got a lot of family. It's possible." He took another drag of his own cigarette, then dropped it and put it out with the heel of his shoe. 

When 'Josip' turned his eye towards the girl with what to Simon's eyes looked like slightly bloody sleeves, Simon got just a little frustrated. It was important to keep his eye, not only because the man was potentially a hunter and bloody sleeves were suspicious (and, since Simon knew the types that frequented this bar and he hadn't paid attention to when she came in, it was entirely possible that the blood was from humans not associated with the fight earlier), but because Simon, unlike some of his fellow fae, wasn't nearly as great a speaker. He wasn't necessarily bad, but some fae wove words better than any poet and could probably talk people off cliffs without even using any glamours. Most of the Wild Hunters never bothered with the deeper intricacies of speech; glamours were a tool of oppression and amusement for them, not subtle manipulation.

"I'm sure she just cut herself cleaning up the glass," Simon said, his tone light and dismissive. He turned to move into the bar, letting their personal space grow a little closer. Using his glamour to play off physical attraction always felt a bit.... juvenile, in a way, but in this case it was for a good reason, and Simon had sensed the smallest bit of it earlier (not unusual for any fae, much less one with glamour). "Tell you what - I'l buy you a drink, Josip. Never too early for one, I say." Simon shot the bloody sleeves girl a look that landed somewhere between accusatory (that she was obviously bloody) and warning (that he was likely a hunter). Of course, if Simon was smart enough himself, then he wouldn't even entertain sharing a drink with a potential hunter. It wasn't his fault that fae were naturally curious to a fault. Besides, maybe a healthy drink would get the man to talk a bit more freely.