Clancy sat completely unmoved by her anger. "You are so overly sensitive at the strangest of times," he said mildly. "It is not a bribe. If it were a bribe, I would be handing you the glasses. No, this is an offer for an exchange of information." He stretched his long, thin fingers then cracked his knuckles. "Ah, that feels better. As far as I am concerned, unless it is somehow impactful to the here and now and how you will perform your duties, I do not particularly care about your past. Your name is not your past. Your name is you. If you do not tell me, I will look you up and find you. It is not that hard. However, I really would just rather you tell me. Besides, whatever your legal name, you are a McCleary. That will not change."