"I... I, uh... I'm... yeah, I'm Blaze," responded the boy surprisingly... slowly. Telling the other his name wasn't a particularly difficult task, and it wasn't something he needed to think about too much, yet he stammered and struggled to get the words out. This was partly because he was shy and bashful in front of a ridiculously good-looking man who called him cutie. However, it wasn't just because of that. He was hesitant to give his name, wondering whether it was to do so or not. And why? Because Blaze and his family were... rather famous. His folks weren't celebrities, no. His father was a... businessman. That was probably a polite way of saying that he was a crook; a mob boss, and because of his control on areas in the city, Blaze always worried about telling people his name. Blaze was hardly a common name, after all. He worried that someone would freak out if they realised he was the mob boss' only son. It was strange, how history was repeating itself somewhat. Isaac lost Montague all those years ago because he got involved with the mafia and took their daughter from them; a woman who Blaze was obviously related to. She had been one of his ancestors; the sister of his grandfather. Now here Isaac was again, flirting with the mafia boss' son and getting involved with the family, even if he, like back then, wasn't aware of it.